A hawk, a drama.
(Sorry, befittingly it was a grey, rainy day)
This afternoon there was a killing
right in under of our bird feeder.
Recently a flock of 5 - 15
mourning doves started to visit us every day.
They use to spread out over the lawn
feeding on what the chickadees, finches ...
.... and nuthatches discard from the feeder.
Beware the predators!
Today, about 100 m (about 100 yards) away
on top of a tall spruce tree,
I saw a hawk perching, surveying the area.
Obviously, he was evaluating the situation
and weighing his chances.
A few minutes later it happened.
A frenetic flutter of birds outside
and when I looked through the window -
there he was, right on the lawn.
The drama was a fact.
Life is brutal. It is all about survival.
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Auntie's translation
Heute hat ein Bussard eine Taube geschlagen, direkt
unter dem Futterhäuschen.
