If It Weren't For Bad Luck

It was near perfect. We had welcomed into our midst an awesome predator willing to eat lots of vicious, vermin squirrels. However it was not to be. The highway took care of that. The fish & game officer made a visit early this morning to pick up our little HAWK. Determining that she was maybe less than a year old, he told the hubby that the parents will bring the offspring to the area where they were born and leave them with an established hunting ground. The parents then go on to find other pastures as they are more experienced. How sweet. Searching the woods, she was huddled under a pine tree seeking shelter from the rain not far from where we had first spotted her last night. Approaching her calmly, he gently tossed his coat over her head and picking her up tenderly, he turned her on her back to carry her to his truck. He will take x-rays, but made a preliminary diagnosis that her leg was severely broken and she might have to be “put down”. If she can be medically treated and returned to health, he will release her in this area. Good luck, little HAWK. Dream of huge, slow squirrels and fat, dumb mice. Get better soon and come back to us!