Of course, that's not as surprising as having a black, glossy crow swoop down into the middle of the path, the broken body of a smaller pigeon in its clutches. It proceeded thence to tear with great enthusiasm into the dead bird's breast, then cocked its head and looked up, as if the taste wasn't precisely to its satisfaction.
Overall, it ranked high on the "Surprise!" factor, but didn't really freak me out. The dead bird looked, well, well dead and the crow was as evil as they all look.