Marilyn,
On a particularly brisk morning in the early winter of 2008, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye while riding my bicycle to campus.
A crow was perched on the frosty ground, enjoying breakfast. Its breakfast happened to be a dead pigeon.
I watched that crow eat that pigeon for several moments before remounting my bike and pedaling to class.
You just don't get to see that in a car.
Love,
sweatynready