Don Falco Surveys His Realm

Middle Son got a picture of the hawk mentioned in the last post:

hawk-zoom

In a larger context:

hawk

Note the bird boxes on poles. Also note the understandable lack of little birds, or, as the hawk might say, ‘fast food’.

While we were there, something stirred in the grass, and the hawk, possibly to show us that he don’t need no stinkin’ hit men, swooped. Like Whitey Bulger or Stalin, he may be in charge, but he’s perfectly willing to do his own killing when something needs killing.

It was majestic and brutal. Whatever the little creature might have been, it seemed to have gotten away – this time.  But the point was made.

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Author: Joseph Moore

Enough with the smarty-pants Dante quote. Just some opinionated blogger dude.

4 thoughts on “Don Falco Surveys His Realm”

  1. I’m reminded of a couple of weeks ago when I was walking the dog in fresh snow. We came upon a set of tiny mousy footprints. At the end was a red blotch, and no sign of anyone walking away. I’d seen a neighborhood hawk perching before, but I’d never seen evidence of his meals. Nature is endlessly interesting.

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