I was almost home this afternoon, walking from the hardware store and a feather floated by. A little one, white and downy. And then another. I looked up to see where it was coming from, but couldn’t see anything. And then a few seconds later, another fell. And then I saw the hawk in the pine tree, devouring some hapless songbird or pigeon (couldn’t tell which). And I watched for a while, the bird’s head occasionally popping up to check on me or the rest of the world, otherwise lost in the meal. I’m transfixed.

And then some obnoxious guy walks by with his dog and his friends, yelling out “It’s a tree!” No, idiot, it’s a hawk that would eat you for lunch, if your body were scaled proportionately to your brain, and I went upstairs to get my camera.

I hung around for a while, hoping to get a better look at the bird, and when it had finished its meal, the hawk (seemingly happily) obliged.

A few more photos are up here.