Dexter missed it. Comet caught the flapping of the hawk winging in to the tree, but noted it with his usual “Meh!” On a brisk morning walk around the neighborhood, Dexter and Comet were focused on scents that lay ahead of them. Mine were the only eyes to glimpse a little fuzzy head poking out between the fronds.
One bird photographer I follow in WordPress has no competition from me. A pair of hawks nesting forty or so feet up in a palm tree in front of the little church would make a great photo. But holding two leashes, a quick snap of my cellphone missed the bird swooping in with what appeared to be a mouse. I am grateful though for the lesson the birds provided this morning. As the male (female?) flew off toward the sunrise in search of more breakfast, I was grateful that our own child-rearing days are past. Keeping young mouths fed is a lot more effort than either feeding or walking my not–bird dogs.