The Falcon

Sitting gazing out to the garden, my attention is suddenly grabbed by a hawk  landing on the lawn.  It has a fresh catch in it’s talons. 

What an unbelievable sight.  I’m used to seeing these beautiful birds soaring high above, while searching for prey below.

It rests a few minutes, while the poor bird in it’s talons struggles to free itself.  Alas, it is a hapless struggle.  With determination, the hawk tightens the grip on the little bird and takes off.  No doubt feeding its young – but I do feel for the helpless meal!

Aren’t you glad you’re not on the menu?

Author of:  Eleanor’s Story – A Stolen Childhood



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