After a Killing
I didn’t see the kill. I only saw the assassin feasting on the remains. In the mid-afternoon I looked out of my bedroom window and saw a Cooper’s Hawk standing over its victim in the garden beside my patio. The predator was barely moving. Around it were lots of tufts of white fur and I wondered what the bird had killed. The rabbits that live near me are nearly all black and the raccoons only…











