Bob yelled, "Quick, a hawk in the tree."
I rushed to the window, saw who he was talking about, though almost
hidden behind the dead leaves.
Asked him to grab my camera while I gently pulled up the blinds!
Dive-bombing small, very fast, noisy birds were hitting the young
Red-tailed hawk's head, but it stayed just long enough for me to get a
few photos then apparently said to itself, enough of this malarkey,
I'm off to greener pastures.
I always enjoy unexpected garden visitors!