Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Feathers Flying

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.


  1. Oh my, what a surprise! I can see you now...happily grilling, and then the hawk....the wonder you quickly took your dinner inside. Jackie

  2. What an authentic slice! I can just imagine your surprise. I love your use of the word flummoxed and how you grabbed your bird and headed inside. Thanks for sharing!

  3. You have to love some good food irony! I love that you and the hawk were both feasting on birds. I can picture your head bobbing back and forth, much like a chicken, looking for the source. Great slice, Mary!