Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A Different Hunger

There is no story but this, this hawk hunts our yard. Three times on Sunday. Once it flew so close to Roger he could feel the brush of wind as it winged past him, low and close to his elbow, and sailed over the fence.

Completely unrelated, except that Olbermann is as fierce as this raptor would ever hope to be.

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