Laura Dvorak 5:47 p.m., Dec. 6
On New Year's Day, in the backyard while contemplating resolutions and such with Dingo, the dog, something fell from the sky . It landed about a foot from where Dingo was stretched out on the cool concrete and he was decidedly alarmed. Upon investigation, it turned out to be a pigeon carcass. But not just a run of the mill smooshed-by-a-car-in-the-street pigeon - no...this carcass had its wings intact. The head was gone, the body feathers completely removed and the rib cage cleanly exposed. A sign from above? A message regarding our own mortality? Something to ponder.
But the explanation was much more basic and simple. There is a beautiful juvenile red-shouldered hawk living in our back yard elm tree. He's been there for about 3 years (seen off and on with his partner- not that there's anything wrong with that!) and we enjoy tracking their movements around the neighborhood. Apparently, this is what urban birds of prey eat. At least they haven't been forced down to the level of crows by eating garbage.
As far as my New Years resolutions - I've resolved to spend more time outside watching nature. Life is infinitely more interesting than death.