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If Snakes Could Fly

   One day my wife and I had been for a walk in the woods behind our house. We had walked down to the creek and looked for tracks in the mud. On our way home, just as we reached our yard,we heard a rustle in a clump of weeds at the base of an oak tree. My wife was startled and jumped to the side.
   We didn't see anything in the weeds so we walked on to the deck and sat down to rest. It was a hot day and the walk back home had been up a steep hill. 
    Suddenly, a hawk came swooping down and snatched something from the very clump of weeds we had heard the noise emanating from. As our eyes followed the hawk's flight it was easy to see that he had a snake in his talons.
    The hawk sat on a limb that was a mere fifty feet from where we sat. We could plainly see his every movement as he held the snake at two points; one with his beak and the other with his talons. He ripped the snake into strips and devoured it, one strip at a time.It's reasonable to assume that the hawk noticed our reaction as we passed the tree and dove from his lofty height to snatch his prey. At any rate, I have no love for snakes and the hawk is welcome to his rather hardcore supper. I'm reminded of another snake story but that one will wait until another post.

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