Sounds like a parable of some kind. I should write it. But mostly there was a big friggen red tailed hawk on the telephone pole out front and the neighborhood crows don’t cotton to that, so they were divebombing him attempting to chase him away.
Tried to get some decent pictures, but pictures of a static hawk and a dive-bombing crow turn out to be damned hard to capture. This is about all of the drama I was able to get in the frame before the hawk decided to fly away, chased by a handful of zealous black shadows.
Maybe there are more stills worth bouncing to jpg. Check back later and see. For now, here’s a couple of the hawk, himself.
