Nobody that I know will eat one but a gnarly old red-tailed hawk sure enjoyed the dinner provided when I picked a dead one off the lawn and left it on the snow near the driveway. Actually the hawk took a serious interest in the crow when it tipped over in our oak tree suddenly….must be the air cause this happens a lot around here.
So as soon as the crow hits the grown under the tree this hawk swoops up and sits in said tree with his beady eyes trained on the black pile of feathers. I didn’t think too much of it and retrieved said black vermin and tossed it on the drift to finish figuring out he was entering another dimension, but as soon as it hit the snow again that hawk was down and on that sucker in a blink. The hawk hauled it back up in the oak and went to work yanking feathers off while the crow was making some sort of racket and man, there must have been a hundred of his brethren come to call. They didn’t stay to pay respects, I guess maybe it was the sound of pellets hissing past their heads.
The hawk was un-phased by all the commotion and stuck to his dining. I saluted that majestic bird and thanked him for cleaning up the neighborhood with me. I just wish he’d have gotten rid of the feathers down the road a ways.
