As a meat eating animal lover you will sometimes find yourself in an awkward situation. Like when you see a dead animal hanging about... It really is nothing but a fat case of hypocritism, embarrassing as it is to admit, when you feel bad about the hairy part, but not the fleshy. So to speak. I was cringing when I saw the beautiful birds hanging there, and laughing at the irony of the birdhouse next to it. But then I remembered how I eat one kind of bird, while desperately fighting for others to to survive winter. Mirror, mirror on the wall.