On a fine crisp sunny weekday while walking out of the back of one my few favorite dispos I saw Dinner being SERVED!!! A Moving silent shape in the sky flying towards us, myself and a pigeon perched upon an old wooden pole. Pigeon and I viewed, well I saw, pigeon might of felt and feared when it saw the incoming hawk. That hawk was dead set on dinner...it's wings wide open sailing against the December bright sunny blue sky. The predator hawk looked 3-4 times bigger than the little pigeon as the pigeon desperately flew away trying hard to survive. The predator bird varied its sailing wings to easily catch up with the little panicking flying this way and that pigeon. Right over my head at the height of an old wooden telephone pole I saw that hawk catch a meal...
DINNER IS SERVED!!!
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