My husband was nearly dive bombed by a beautiful hawk the other day golfing.
Hawk Schmawk...I would have passed out!
I don't do birds. And the feelings are mutual. I'm always the one they target. At Disney, 1 tiny bird flew over a huge crowd at a parade and pooped on my shirt. Nice to walk around the Happiest Place on Earth with a poop stain on your back.
Funny thing is that birds and I are not a match, but I adore a nesting bird. More so the nest and eggs. Then again I love all "babies."
Great camera phone shot!
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