It started out as a quiet evening. I was cleaning out the trash from my van, standing near the garbage cans next to the garage when I noticed a little baby bunny rabbit hopping along the patch of yard between our house and the neighbors. I was about to go find my granddaughter (who loves bunnies), when, out of nowhere, literally, a red-tailed hawk pounced on the little rabbit. The suddenness of the attack was breathtaking, and shocking. A blur of feathers, the rustle of a short struggle, a squeak or two from the victim, and the next thing I knew the hawk had launched for the far treeline, dinner clutched in its talons. The whole battle lasted no more than a couple of seconds.
Tonight, a rabbit den is short a baby, and a brood of hawks is eating dinner.