Like a Hawk

This morning, we got up about our usual time for a Saturday and there was NO activity at the bird feeders nor a squirrel in sight. Normally by around 7:30 they're out and about and with it 10 degrees out I knew the birds would be looking for food and the fresh water I put out.

I looked carefully through the yard. Under the Spruce tree by the feeders, I saw a shape. At first, I thought it was Mr. Bun, our yard rabbit, but it was too big and he's normally out at dusk.

It was a hawk.

Lying in wait under the tree. For I have the feeders under the branches of two 100-year old Spruce trees so the critters have a little protection. He was just waiting. Now, I know hawks have to eat too, but not in my yard, there's a forest preserve two blocks away that's about 6 square miles with lots of critters in it.

I grabbed a bag of peanuts and went down my steps in my bathrobe and bright pink pajama bottoms and ran towards the hawk, shouting and waving the bag of peanuts. He flew off. I turned and saw our next-door neighbor, a retired Navy Vet in his driveway laughing.

I said, "just feeding the birds Bruce". He just chuckled and said, "I'm sure they appreciate it!"

I think I"m a regular source of entertainment for the neighbors.