Another day, another 500 words
Mar. 28th, 2006 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Or there abouts. Fat Wizard is humming "Poisoning the Pigeons in the Park" to himself, sitting on a park bench and looking around for that red-tailed hawk he wants to use as an airborne set of eyes. The pigeons keep hoping he has birdseed in his pockets, but little do they know....
(No, red-tails don't normally eat pigeons. Show a hawk a crippled bird, either natural injury or magical interference, and all bets are off. Meat is meat.)
Temperature is up around 50 F (10 C), sunny, with little wind. I think that qualifies as bicycle weather, for suitably-desperate bicyclists.
(No, red-tails don't normally eat pigeons. Show a hawk a crippled bird, either natural injury or magical interference, and all bets are off. Meat is meat.)
Temperature is up around 50 F (10 C), sunny, with little wind. I think that qualifies as bicycle weather, for suitably-desperate bicyclists.
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Date: 2006-03-28 02:05 pm (UTC)Also, I was walking in our neighborhood. La la la, walking, walking, "oh look at the fat little mourning dove in the yard right there, like 4 feet from me." BOOOOOM! Out of nowhere a hawk dove down and in milliseconds, no more dove. Not a sound was heard. I could only stand there, in shock. Not a trace of anything amiss, just what was burned into my brain.
So I think a hawk would go for a pigeon, no problem.
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:22 pm (UTC)No, I didn't say that.
For bird-killers, one of the various falcons or accipiter hawks would be more likely. Fat Wizard needs a slower bird, so I'm giving him a buteo. If he earns it first, of course.