Out for a walk on a
Sunday afternoon, getting away from my work, I hoof along the crosstown trail,
looking for woodpeckers, hawks, or maybe, if I'm lucky, a deer or fox. And then right there, not twenty feet
to my left, sits a fine red tailed hawk, sitting on the ground of all places. But
then I see he has just caught a snake, the blood still bright on the brown
leaves leftover from last fall. The hawk pulls the snake apart and eats
away, looking at me rather disdainfully I think. But then I get my photos
home and load them on my computer and there, in the larger image, is what seems
like a pained expression on this hawk's face. As if he is chagrined to be
caught eating a snake. There's no shame in that, though. You take
your protein where you can get it. And the alternative is what, more
rodents?
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