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