Hawk

I was driving back from the mall, and staring out the window, thinking about this and that, when this caught my eye:
I spotted a flock of birds, pigeons or something. Well they were flying in a spectacular formation, it looked like fun really. I wondered how they communicated with each other, to know which way to go. Then, out of nowhere, two black hawks appeared. The birds didn't break formation, just swerved and dived to miss the raptors. But one was unlucky. It was flying frantically away from the hawks. One closed in on it. The bird flew in the opposite direction, only to meet another hawk, the hawk tucked in it's wings and dived at the bird, and, caught it on the back, between the wings of the smaller bird, and bit into it's neck. The bird died almost instantly.
I didn't say a word, i just watched the hawk fly off with it's spoil. It was quite amazing to watch, though I felt sorry for the bird.
I love hawks.
Also last month, I was out with my friends for my birthday in the bush, on a lookout. I was talking when I gasped and pointed at a hawk that was flying close to the ground right at us. It was quite a beautiful bird, with dark browns and blacks, with a couple of patches of white and cream. We watched it fly around a while. It was cool.
over and out
-skevo