A Hawk in the Garden

This was the view from my kitchen window this morning. A Hawk had killed a Mourning Dove in our small garden on the side of the house. The Hawk was enjoying a hardy breakfast. But somewhere there is a sad widow or widower. Every morning and evening a couple of Mourning Doves would sit on the wall by our window and groom each other. Their ‘Coos’ to each other always reminded me of my childhood in Georgia, where singing birds of many varieties were plentiful. The birds here in Albuquerque aren’t as pretty. Unfortunately, there is one less cooing bird by my house. However, I am glad Madame Hawk is living nearby. Maybe she will keep those ugly little birds from eating our cherries, peaches and apples this spring and summer.