Our normal afternoon backyard playtime was replaced today by something a little more grisly.
As I slid open the back door for Aidan, instead of creeping out slowly so as not to disturb bunnies in the yard, he bolted and I saw a very large set of wings rise from the grass and over the back fence.
He sat perched there, irritated.
Aidan took up guard, even though his little bunny friend no longer had a head.
And he wasn't moving. The hawk circled us, flying from the rooftop you saw above, overhead to our front tree, then around to the neighbor's roof.
And after he flew out of sight. . .
He wouldn't come in until I went inside, got his leash, and led him away.
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