What are the odds against catching an eagle, red fox, magpie, and a dear all together somewhere besides the circus? It looks like the fox was happily dining on the dear carcus while the magpie hopped around the taking nips when it could. Then an eagle flew overhead and decided, "Hey, I can take that red fox, I'm the dadgum symbol of America!"
Natural selection in action, baby!
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