Woosh!
The bird sweeps across from one yard to another with an easy stroke of wide wings. He’s the king of the neighborhood and claims his right to the tallest perch with the best view.
What’s he seeking? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner of course.
He studies the ground below him. Rabbit? Chipmunk? Mouse? A little movement in the unkept grass deserves a long look. No, merely human trash, not worth a descent.
One more moment with fast moving traffic below him and he’s off again. Our neighborhood, feathered hunter.
