Waiting for the chicken to finish up on the grill I was surprised to see a lone black and gray feather floating through the evening sky. I smiled as it brought back memories of a similar lone feather in one of my favorite movies, Forrest Gump. Just as I took a moment to think about where it could have come from I was greeted with another feather, and then another, and another, and suddenly feathers were everywhere.
I was flummoxed. My head bobbed
back and forth, up and down, and all around, looking for clues.
Above me, perched on the branch
of a large oak tree I spotted the source. A hawk was busy poking, pulling
and tearing at something. He was digging into something very tasty and as
he did the feathers were flying.
My stomach did a little turn, I
grabbed the tongs and took my own dinner off the grill and headed inside.
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