Hawkeye Linda

When we drove across the country, Linda didn't see a thing. I always kid her about not seeing anything. I guess I'll have to stop that. Tonight I arrived home from work, and as I got out of the truck, I heard Linda say, "come back here."

I thought to myself, "what's happened in the back yard, now?"

As I approached the fence, Linda pointed to the power pole and said, "look at the bird." There was the neighborhood hawk.

I quickly made my way to the house for the camera. This guy didn't seem to be to pestered by me getting close. He also didn't seem too annoyed by the daring little Mockingbird at first. The little one would swoop down, and the Hawk just gave a a glance that said, "get real."

The Mockingbird would sit on a wire for a little while to gather her wits, nerve, or strength and have another go at the Hawk. She got a little too close and caused the Hawk to ruffle his feathers.

I just stood below the two of them, enjoying their show. Linda finally understood why I'm late for work in the mornings. I told her I see stuff like this all the time, but the lighting stinks. Then the Mockingbird got a little too close to the Hawk, and they moved their show further down the road. Yes, that crazy Mockingbird followed the Hawk.