I had lost any taste for coffee. I had lost any taste for taking photos. I drove home aware of my own deep measure of disturbance, and thinking about why this bothered me so much. You don't have to look far for evidence of people behaving with as much self interested disregard as those drakes, and, as often as not, justifying their cruelty with appeals to the naturalness and healthiness of their impulses.
Those drakes know no better. They are innocents. We do. We are not.