What’s for breakfast?

Back In the Day®, when the cops decided to grab some shuteye during a shift, they called it “cooping.” But this Cooper’s hawk isn’t napping on the job. He’s up early and inspecting the menu from our backyard maple.

I saw this when I stepped out to shoot the sunrise this morning. Our bird feeders have become a bird feeder.

11 thoughts on “What’s for breakfast?

  1. Years ago we had a similar thing happen when the neighbor installed a bird bath that was nominated as a local cat feeding station after it attracted the attention of the surrounding felines

    1. Reminds me of the Tim Allen gag from “Men are Pigs,” where he’s talking about building a bird feeder only to remember that he doesn’t like birds all that much. So he builds it a couple inches off the ground and presto: combo bird/cat feeder.

    1. Yep, we’ve had a few of those within a shout of the ancestral manse since we moved here. Looks like the boyfriend copped to this one.

      It was just around the corner from those apartments that a couple of scumbags ambushed a man in his own driveway as he was leaving for work. He was not their only victim over a two-week stretch.

      And then we have this fine young fellow, who celebrated his 15th birthday with a perp walk and a shout-out to his mom, who must be s’proud.

      It sure encourages a fella to walk around town with his eyes open.

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