gutted

I felt gutted this morning.

An early visit to the peregrine nest to check on progress and was pleased to see some activity as both parents bought in breakfast for the chicks, but then........

as much as I respect birds of prey and have no problem with them hunting for food, I realised there was a line at which I am horrified. Here you see the peregrine with a kingfisher, gulp, no please not a kingfisher !! (go large if you wish) Why should a kingfisher be different to a pigeon for prey? I don't know but my respect for the peregrines hunting skills increased and my affection for it took a blow. I guess I just found out where my emotional line is.