This photo was taken in the hall near Maggie's bed. The pin oak tree still has it leaves and last evening they were tinkling like a large wind chime. It sounded a lot like sleet falling, but the pavement was dry. Do you see the large oak which has been topped. Last Thursday, I was downstairs and it sounded like part of a tree had fallen, so I rushed up the steps to survey the damage. At the corner small window in the hall, a red tail hawk rose up like a feathered giant. I was at eye level with him. He had hit the window and was not at himself but he had the strength to fly to the top of the big oak. He sat there was at least thirty minutes regaining his dignity and wits. I took the binoculars and watched to see if he flew away after his ordeal and I did not have to wait long until he spread his wings and sailed off toward the west.
The kitty justice, is if I had known it was a bird and not a limb, I would have stolen my way up the stairs to get a closer look.