Speaking of birds… Yesterday, this huge hawk was in my back yard…I think trying to wrestle a baby bird from a nest in one of our crepe myrtle trees. He was fairly ticked with me when I came out the back door and defied him. (He acted like he was going to take me on, at first.)
I often park my truck by those trees. Evidently the little guy the hawk was after was stretching his legs today. When I came out of Rotary, I noticed him in the bed of my truck.
He’s safely home again.
Squawk!… Squawwwk!!… Hmphf!
I like to think s/he’s just fine and has a family now. Rescued that bird twice!
Sure! S/He didn’t need that charmed third time.
S/he might with all of the cats hanging around here now.
Ahh true.