Tuesday, March 13th
As I headed out for an easy three-mile jog this afternoon, I heard the alarm cry of a
robin, followed by the thundering wing-flaps of a flock of
starlings taking flight. Suddenly, a
Sharp-shinned Hawk swooped into a shrub directly in front of me, going for a starling that wasn't paying much attention. The starling got away at the last second. The victimless hawk hopped onto a better perch and gave me a reproachful look. It seemed to be thinking, "Thanks for scaring off my dinner, jerk."
