Wild Kingdom Moments

Just before Thanksgiving, I nearly ran over a flock of wild turkeys in Belmont, a suburb just west of Boston.  I joked to my passenger that if I hadn’t already bought our turkey I would haven’t have stopped the car.

This afternoon I came home to a young Cooper’s hawk in the backyard with a fresh kill. The hawk and I watched each other.  Then he flew off with his prey, low just clearing the neighbor’s stockade fence.


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