I sat writing in my study this morning, when
suddenly I heard this loud squawking sound out front of the house.
Standing, I watched out the upstairs window, the teenager Hawk, in their ungainly flight up to the Maple, from the
bird feeders and picnic table by the front.
They came to perch upon a limb out front.
Seems
the little-big one had a much needed meal yesterday,and decided to try for it
again, taking a miss this time. One for two so far.
No wonder the Morning Doves
are spooked and hesitant, lingering in the nearby woods.
Hope they got
some food down before the adolescent tried for them again today.
Oh well.
Everybody needs to eat.
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