A hawk stood on a green:
She did not know I saw
She bit a squirrel just in halves
And ate the fellow raw....
She did not know I saw
She bit a squirrel just in halves
And ate the fellow raw....
as the old poem goes. Then with great drama this striking red-tailed hawk, gripping the bloody-red gray-furred body in talons, joined her sizable "little one" in a nearby tree. Two aggressive, squawking blue jays harassed the young bird who shrugged off their diving swipes. I received an impression of giant gentle-ness.
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