I was enjoying a breakfast of blueberry yogurt
when
a Marsh Hawk quickly descend into the back yard.
I put my spoon down and grabbed my camera.
Carefully, she checked the surroundings with a series of measured glances.
Then there was a flurry of wings and some hopping around in the grass.
Breakfast had arrived in the form of a black snake
who failed to negotiate 15 feet of grass between
the house and the garden.
The hawk remained cautious while holding onto the snake.
Little by little she prepared her breakfast.
When she flew away
the hawk left only one
small,
unrecognizable
chunk of
snake in the grass.
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