slave to a murder

slave to a murder 

‘twas not dawn’s first light
that roused me from deep slumber 
but loud cackling caws
from a dark murderous brood
their peanut alms depleted 

~kat

When one contributes to the food chain, the occasional predator is certain to show up. (Another reason I love my murder of crows…they keep these guys at bay around my bird garden, which is also frequented by squirrels and chipmunks! As much as I hate the idea that I might be providing a buffet for these apex raptors, (again, thank you to my crows for keeping them at bay) I do have to pause to admire the incredible beauty of these juvenile Cooper’s hawks. Did you know that a group of 3 or more hawks is called a “kettle”? We had a full kettle boiling over in our yard the day I captured these photos…at least 4 by my count. An odd glimmer perhaps, but I think they are magnificent in their own right. Part of the amazing cycle of life. (I just never leave Gabby dog to run free in the yard these days!) 😳

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…stay safe. Always look both ways, up and down when crossing nature! 😄

~kat

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