She saw most of the drama that played out in our yard yesterday - I only saw part of it.
It all started when she saw one of our resident hawks swoop down and kill a squirrel. The hawk picked the squirrel up in its talons and flew to the top of the fence just outside our back door. When it landed on the fence, the squirrel dropped to the ground.
The hawk sat on the fence for a while, then flew up to a limb in a nearby tree. It was joined there for a while by his/her mate, but the other hawk eventually flew off.
All this had taken over an hour, and I was trying to decide if I was going to have to collect the squirrel and put it in the garbage, but eventually the hawk flew down to the squirrel.
At that point another squirrel came down the tree to investigate. The hawk spread its wings protectively over its kill and made noises that seemed to be saying this one is mine.
Finally, it picked up the squirrel and flew away.
This was a full-grown hawk, but it was a big fat squirrel, and he/she couldn't seem to get it over about five feet off the ground. He/she did make it to the edge of the woods where he/she was finally able to dine in peace.
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