Saturday, September 5, 2009
A HAWK BEING A HAWK
Steven (the golden fish), I found the shots of the Hawk and it was just over a year ago on 29th August '08. I don't know if they go to warmer climes in Winter, I haven't looked up their habits but if it's the same one, it's here again, same place, same time!
As I said, the photos are poor, as it was about 5pm on a dull day, so the light was fading. The Hawk and the Crested Pigeon had just crashed into the window with an almighty bang and our dear little pigeon friend was lying there and Hawky had flown on to the roof to recover. I was as jittery as it was but grabbed the camera to show DMJ the event when he came home.
I went out there, which, in hindsight, was a stupid thing to do and it swooped me, I ducked and it landed on the doorstep. I picked up the pigeon, our Woo (that's how they communicate with us, 'woo, woo') and took it around to our laundry sink. I buried it later. DMJ said that I should have left it there for the Hawk but I couldn't bear the thought of it being carried off! I know, I'm a sook!