She's back.My Cooper's Hawk. She sits on the cherry tree and stares. And looks. And swivels her head all around like she's possessed. Then she swoops down for the kill and carries off her prize. Today it was a small bird. She yanked out those feathers so fast, before you could even say "appetizer". Then she was off again. And she was silent. Can't even hear the air whoosh past her wings. She tends to come back every few days, and then I know she's all right, cause she's hunting. And staring. Pretending to be possessed....
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