I've seen the hawk cruising around for a while now. I think it is a Cooper's Hawk, but he is never still enough long enough nor gliding overhead where I can see his wing pattern, so I'm not sure.
Yesterday evening, I was sitting on the couch in the front room, on the telephone with my mother when I saw a brown blur streak by the window. Then a mourning dove exploded. That's the only description I can offer. The catch was blocked by the window frame, but on either side, I just saw feathers exploding out in every direction.
I jumped up and went out on the porch just in time to watch the hawk fly away with his dinner. There were feathers spread at least eight feet across the lawn.
So naturally, I had to go get a few to show to the boys.
Loki, the epicuri-cat, was only mildly interested. (Note the disgruntled look on Thor's face.)
Thor was all about trying to eat the feathers, which I wouldn't let him because the quills were rather large and sharp.
Thor sez: Yuck! This isn't shredded Friskies with gravy!
(Photos by JAZ)