In my backyard we have a grey and white hawk that frequently visits. He swoops in from nowhere and lands on the fence looking down in the yard like he is selecting his meal from a buffet line. He jumps down from tree to bush to ground, always checking out the terrain. Sometimes he disappears into a dense tree and forces out some of his possible prey. Off they both go into the sky and the hunt begins. After watching him for so long I began to personify him. In the words of Old Smokey, “Tonight...We Hunt.”
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