Do they know it's Christmas?

[hazeii]

I'm slowly turning into a hard bastard. It's life in the country, it's the rabbit blinded by myxomatosis living under the oil tank, it's the blackbird with the back ripped to shreds by the magpies.

Should I let nature take its course? Should I put them out of their misery? Should I try and help?

Seems I'm mostly for the first option.