You were the hawk that took shelter a few feet from my window a week ago. It appeared you were hiding from a bunch of angry crows. My back yard is usually full of crows this time of year because they feed on the rotting figs in my tree. But the other day, I spotted you in the grass of my back yard as you were devouring a crow. As soon as I spotted you, you flew away with your meal, leaving behind only a beak and a pair of eyeballs. I guess you won the feud, as I haven’t seen any crows since.
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