As I was driving down our lane and past our house to pick up Little Red at school (cooties have hit her), I happened to look up and noticed a hawk as big as a frickin’ chicken hanging out in a tree in our backyard! The pictures don’t do this bird justice. Anyway, this wasn’t the same hawk that has been in the front yard the last three to four times a week for the past month. Apparently, there’s a new kid in town and it’s really healthy looking; probably a Redtail hawk since those are commonly seen around here. Redtails are girthy compared to their smaller, more petite kin, Sharptail hawk. The smaller guy or gal, the Sharptail, still hangs out and spies on us through the front windows every now and then. Ha. Anyway, I think this giant hawk is feasting. There was a feathery crime scene just outside the front door this morning and another one a week ago.
Hopefully, the hawks, big and little, start snacking on the gophers, voles and whistle pigs that attack our garden, flowers and trees every spring and summer. Tired of seeing plants and flowers shake and then bam! Down they’re pulled into the nether regions of the Earth. Tired of trees that appear to be sick and when Mister or I have touched their branches and leaves, they fall over with gnaw marks on the trunk. And lastly, tired of our fruits and veggies in the garden looking healthy and thriving to only be the victim of a rodent(s) with a severe overbite. Go hawks, go!
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