Early this morning, preparing to walk lovely old Shiva Louisa outside,
I passed by my living room window, and there was an adolescent Broadwing Hawk,
hungry enough in their first pass at a winter to venture to my bird-feeders
and nab themselves a Morning Dove.
Happens a few times a winter, yet I'd never seen the hawk before.
Lovely. The hawk. Oh well, the Morning Dove.
Everybody has to eat.
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