A Crow cannot live on newts alone..

The little mouse sat there shivering, cold from a rude awakening, we stood over it not sure what to do. I moved it to the grass patch hoping that's where it had come from. Its tiny body just sat there for a moment and then ran back out into the open path. At the same time a dark shadow filled the air above us and landed on the steps of an adjacent building.

Run little mouse, run!

Too late

The heavy set black crow moved in with slow purposeful look and landed softly next to the mouse and without hesitation picked it up and flew off.

I cried !!