My ego was severely battered
last Friday when 12 fruitless frames later I had nothing decent about the red-tailed hawk I was chasing. As part of the healing process, I decided to keep an extra-sharp eye atop everything vertical on my routes.
It should not be that hard spotting the most common North American hawk, I told myself after all the whining and cursing comforted no more. Guess what? I met this charming lady the very next morning! She was sitting on an electric pole that I passed by at 60mph. Well, my car has good brake-shoes; so I put them to an abrupt use and turned. This was to the USPS mailman's utter dismay who had parked nearby and probably had no idea about who was watching all his moves very closely.
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