I opened the blind above my kitchen sink this morning and saw a hawk (not clearly enough to identify precisely what he was) sitting on the fence right beside our minivan. He kept diving at the little sparrows in the bushes, I couldn’t see them but could hear their twittering, and returning to his perch on the fence. Later, he moved to the back of a chair on the patio. I couldn’t get a great shot through the screen, though.
I didn’t lift Isabella up to see him, either. She was in the other room and I didn’t think of it. And I’ve been trying not to pick her up, anyway. Maybe next time.
Agree completely. Thankfully the TV in my doctor’s office is usually on the History Channel. Strangely, I have been blessed lately to be there during Mythbusters.
I was subjected to the View a couple of years ago, and have avoided that show like the plague ever since. Blech.