Tuesday, September 29th 2020
Around the start of “school” this morning, I look out the window to our little urban yard and see a magnificent bird of prey standing there, tense but still, stalking something in the underbrush.
Bam! It pounces. The kids and I watch as it shreds and eats it’s prize. The kids think it’s a red tailed hawk, and we hope the prey is not a bunny. After a few minutes the bird flies the rest of its breakfast up into a nearby tree.
ClaraJane goes down for a closer look and both she and the bird seem startled by this close encounter. She also determines the unlucky prey was a pigeon.
No doubt my photographic efforts fail, but it was riveting and exhilarating to watch; such wildness right under our noses.
It was electrifying even.