When I was stationed at Ft. Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas in the 1980s, I used to drive my camper about 40 miles up to a military recreation camp at a place called Canyon Lake. Maybe some of you know it, as the Air Force had a place there, too.
Well, I'd often take my miniature dachshund with me, barely 10 pounds. And I'd bring him to this vast grassy field there, where he could run all around free, without a leash, just going nuts which he loved to do.
But the first time I did that, and he got some distance away from me, I suddenly noticed all these large hawks circling above us, nearly the size of eagles. Or more accurately, above him. And starting to come in very close. He was barely as big as a small rabbit, one of their prey animals.
So I raced over to him, and watched them fly away when I picked him up and carried him back to my campsite. I'm sure they would have made a tasty meal of him. Such is Nature.