Revisiting the Raptor - A Double Standard?

Murrells Inlet Eagle Searching For Prey

The upstairs bathroom is a favorite perch with a bird's eye view, all puns intended. From there, we can see action at the feeders, as well as in the yard and all the way to and through the surrounding woods - that is during the barren wintertime. Peachy, eh?
Just laying a little foundation here…

So, Friday morning's first glance for me framed four mourning doves huddled on top of the snow beneath one of said feeders.
They looked quite plumped out with poufy feathers, as they tried to ward off zero temps.

Not five minutes after my sighting, Joe let out a screeching "Niiiiiiiiick!" He scared the bejesus out of me. WTF??? 

"The hawk just swooped down and took ANOTHER bird!! I'm gonna get that SOB!"

Now, you might recall the window-washing episode, last time Joe caught Big Bird in action. With that said…

My husband takes issue with this particular hawk 'cause his hunting grounds happen to include our turf. I reminded Joe that he'd just eaten a big bird of his own, the previous night. Yep, a chicken. And he'd recently hunted poor Bambi, with no conscience whatsoever.
Additionally, he derives great pleasure from seeing an eagle, pelican, heron, egret or duck capture its prey.

"But these are MY birds," says he.

You don't want to read my response. But hey, is this a double standard, or WHAT??? Meanwhile, Big Joe kept reporting on said Big Bird.
It seems he or she went behind one of our hemlock trees and spent about a half hour enjoying rewards of the hunt. The nerve!

As for Joe? He continues to challenge the food chain, as he yearns for a nice steak dinner. But we're going vegan, tonight.

Buon Appetito!