The garden calls
The other day I heard a falcon (or possible a hawk) screeching outside. Upon investigation, I encountered a pair perched on a palm tree. One of them has in its talons a tweeting bird screaming a storm of harrowing chirps.
It’s a rainy day today. I got a one hour workout churning the soil under a citrus tree before it began sprinkling.
I had heard a story that the eagle on the Mexican flag has a story attached to it about the symbolism of witnessing a majestic creature like an eagle do stuff. Whatever kind of stuff. Humping a female eagle, building a nest. Eating. Eating!
So I see this hawk, but I can’t really see the chirping bird in it’s clutches. Got out the ol’ binoculars out, but parts of the palm leaves blocked view. Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Screamed the bird. Just like when they’re chicks in a nest chirping for food from momma bird or daddy bird. Loud mofos.
Then i see the falcon begin to rip shit out if it’s prey, still alive btw and screaming for help. I mean the parts, chunks, it manages to rip off the struggling bird... feathers at first, but then something solid is the gradual silencing of its helpless prey. Slowly the screaming chirps subside.