Hawk hawk

Ode to My Gut

You never steer me wrong
Ok I feel the pain
Now hawk, fly
Fly away

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Admittedly these are not the sharpest pictures. I was editing and mistakenly deleted the originals so this is all that remain. Mr Mole and I watched the hawk rip and devour his prey, leave, return, claw the snowy ground for a chipmunk, and leave again (extra).

Feathers and blood strewn across the snow. A bloody vein dangled from the bird feeder. Brutal but necessary nature.

Like my gut.