Or speedy raptor anyway.
I've been feeling a bit homesick lately for the Midwest, so I decided to make something for supper last night that was a staple for me growing up: tuna casserole. This has no relevance to the story, but in blogs you're allowed to be irrelevant.
We were outside, peaceably eating our dinner, watching the hummingbirds over the workshop and the other birds by the feeder. Then all the sudden we saw this big hawk (pretty sure it was a hawk of some sort) come in real low around the side of the workshop. After trying to snatch one of the birds off the perch of the birdfeeder and failing, the hawk and its quarry race off... right toward us! They flew right over our table!
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