Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Right place, right time

Hawk swooped down behind Police Station at 86th street transverse. Reappeared and flew low heading south. I dared to run along the path, because I had an idea where hawk landed for lunch. What a great show for everyone who chose to watch. Feathers rained from above. Poor pigeon.

There's a method to dining. Pick a spot, pluck feathers. Look all around to make sure there's no impending danger, nobody lurking, waiting to snatch lunch.

Next post will be actual dining.

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