Some of the birds will not survive

So instead of going outside yesterday and enjoying the wonderful weather, I stayed inside and watched hour after hour of Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel. No, the irony of that is not lost on me, but I couldn't tear myself away. They had some beautiful shots of mountains in Tibet, deserts in South America, rain forests in Bangladesh, etc.... It really made me want to travel and see something new. But I was not quite as psyched to watch all the scenes of predators eating their prey. It's bad enough to watch a Nile crocodile attack a wildebeest, but it's actually traumatic to see a snow fox eat a baby gosling in the arctic tundra. Gah. Honestly, I think if I didn't love hamburgers and pepperoni so much, I'd be a vegetarian. I have such a problem eating meat that looks like the animal from whence it came. I can't even eat a chicken wing without feeling guilty. I'm such a product of contemporary America. I like to think that if I was raised in the pioneer days, I would be able to field dress a deer that I just killed with only my wits and a big stick. But I might be kidding myself about that. It's entirely possible that I'm just a huge wuss.