19 February 2012

. . . sunday brunch . . .

. . . i wasn't quick enough
with the camera . . .
. . . but you should have seen
the little red-tailed hawk
who was just here . . .
. . . definitely enjoying
what must have been
a tender little dove . . .




. . . leaving only feathers . . .
. . . which either
aren't very tasty . . .
. . . or maybe it's that
they get stuck
in one's throat . . .

. . . wishing you
a sunday dinner
that goes down
nice and easy . . .


1 comment:

Shellene said...

Was the hawk the killer or just enjoying the spoils from one of our friendly neighborhood cats? Mike has to clean these types of things up frequently. I'm so glad to have a man around the house for these types of nasty messes. Just think....if Adam hadn't partaken of the fruit, animals would still be vegetarians....but I wouldn't be around either to enjoy your daily postings!