Hawk picnic

So how extraodinary is that! Having just said that we wait longingly for some real action out there beyond the window, it happened. We saw a hawk wrenching at something, way up near the top of the hill. Then a second hawk came over the horizon, swooping low, attacked the first hawk and took over the feasting. A third arrived, but landed respectfully nearby. And up in the North Wood a fourth hawk perched on the fence. This turn-taking went on all weekend. Sometimes all four hawks were in the air, floating, hovering, wheeling. Never was there more than one at the feast.

We ventured up there to see what was being chewed - a hare.