Part 3 of series

The young hawk flew like an arrow to the pine tree, lots of swirl. I ran to see what was going on, not too close. The hawk caught an appetizer, a sparrow. It looked around, got settled, started plucking feathers. It decided to stay under same tree, good protection on all sides. The hawk could dine without interruption. But what a small meal for a huge bird. Sparrows are more feathers than meat.

There's a rhythm to dining,- pluck, look around on alert, eat a bit, dainty eating, look around, pluck, eat more, look around for potential danger, all very neat.

There goes the head.

Down the hatch, gulp.

I can't believe I ate the whole thing.

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