Phinnie and I couldn’t walk around the Meadow yesterday because we were having a cold rain. When I went on the back porch, I noticed these two hawks searching for something for their breakfast. I imagined they were hoping to spot a field mouse or frog below. Made me thankful for my breakfast inside my warm house. I guess I'm on a diet because whatever I have for breakfast Phinnie wants part of it and he gets his wish!
I'm wondering if these are Red-tailed hawks. That's what Larry always called them but I don't see red tails, just a red chest. What type of hawk are they? They hunt the Meadow everyday. I like watching them. I’ve been trying to let my chickens out. They might be eying them. Oh, dear!
Helen said Dad called these chicken hawks, but that’s a catch all phrase. Today, it’s cold only 34 degrees. Larry has been gone 9 months today. It will be a sad day for I’m sure.
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