The glory of a hawk

[crowdog66]

Today as I was coming home from the grocery store I discovered something wonderful: we have a hawk in our neighborhood. At least I think it was a hawk; it was small and variegated brown, whatever it was, a little smaller than a crow and clearly a predator. As I approached the front steps of our building it uttered a thin high-pitched cry and took off from the concrete beside and behind the main steps, taking wing to a nearby small tree.

So of course I had to look where it came from, already knowing what I'd find. Yep, a mostly gutted pigeon.

First, the scene of the crime:



Then the pigeon itself:



And a final shot of the strangely beautiful composition of the scene:



I didn't see the hawk when I came out again to take the photos. I hope I didn't scare it away from its hard-won dinner.

And now some cuteness to offset the gore...

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