Wildlife is taking over here at the Watkins Homestead. I’ve recently discovered that I might have a friend in the battle against the onslaught of pests invading my yard – my very own Hawk (or maybe it’s a falcon – I don’t know birds). I have yet to gain the Beastmaster ability to merge with his mind, be it definitely has read MY mind.
The noble bird (otherwise known around the block as “Pete”) was seen, high above my driveway, snacking on a rodent. Until I find evidence to the contrary, I’m also crediting him with driving over the armadillo I spotted lying belly-up last week.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend
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