Watching roadrunner in the backyard. Unsuspecting sparrow flies up. Snap. Sparrow dead, spectacle of roadrunner breakfast kinda gross.
Two house finches and a white-winged dove sit on power line, watching roadrunner eat sparrow. Are they, in fact, “watching”? Do they care?
Roadrunner sitting on a stump, wiping off his beak. Can’t see what he did with breakfast.
Roadrunner has left, pile of feathers on the ground where he dined, but can’t see a carcass anywhere.