Saturday, April 30, 2011


Fat and happy. They're still at it, putting on body mass for hard work ahead.

Suddenly- blue jays screaming, feathers wafting downwards. That means only one thing. Hawk lunch overhead, pigeon de jour.

Shades of SALOME. Give me the head! (And forget about the silver platter.)

The blue jays resumed being bombarding pests. Hawk moved to another branch.

No rest from the invasion, so hawk headed East.

Next blog I'll get back to tiny birds.


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