This morning when I arrived at work I noticed one of the parking lot Northern Mockingbirds was very agitated. At first I thought the object of its ire was an American Crow. Then I saw that a Cooper's Hawk atop a light pole held a prey. I could not see the prey. The Northern Mockingbird guarded the next tree over, but it had no help in its effort to repulse the hawk.
I feel it wrong to begrudge a raptor a meal, but I hope that the prey was not one of the two younger Northern Mockingbirds who hang out in that parking lot. Indirectly, I suppose I then end up wishing ill upon the local doves, but I hope I am indirectly somehow more reconciled to nature than all that.
At lunch I drove to our old office, as some mail accidentally went to our address from a couple of years ago. A kind person gave me the small package. I then ate at the local Boston Market, where I used to eat a few times a week. None of the staff were the same as the old days. They were all earnest, if a bit inefficient, but my meal was grand. After lunch I went to Troth Ablon Park, where I saw Blue Jays, Eastern Phoebes and a Carolina Wren but got no great photos.
Now I am home. The movie "Legend" is on television. Beatrice is on the rug. The world is in good order.