My standing desk looks out a window into the backyard and conservation land beyond.
Something big and brown struggling in the underbrush interrupted my keyboard pounding.
Another wild turkey. How the hell would I rescue it?
Just about to speed dial the local wildlife guru and the turkey struggled no more.
It flew up to a nearby branch.
And gracefully so, for a turkey.
Criminy! Not a turkey! It was a hawk!
A huge hawk.
The "struggle" in the underbrush was the hawk's lunch being devoured in this pic.
I took pictures from inside the house behind a closed glass door.
Every time I pressed the shutter down the hawk turned his/her head.
Lunch was a short affair.
And then he or she flew off.
I'm sure it is a good omen. Maybe it means we should go see Star Wars.
At least, I'm glad the camera was within arm's reach.
Hawk experts, do you think this is a Red Tailed Hawk? A he or a she? I'd love to know.