My displaced anger turned toward the predator owls for ruthlessly capturing and consuming the sweet lil’ baby squirrels and birdies in my yard. I found it shocking that these deadly predators, in my estimation on the same shame-on-you scale as scammer human predators, could be sharing a sweet, tender moment. It occurred to me that maybe predator owls are only following their ingrained natures to stay alive. I think I’m gonna have to dig a little deeper into my Savior’s supernatural love if I’m to live with clawed, razor-beaked predators. What kind of predators do you have the most trouble living with, my friend?