While we were catching up with each others news, we were startled when we heard a loud noise and then watched a huge flock of frightened, white-winged doves take flight. "There's a hawk nearby," Tony stated.
Then Tony started to tell them our Coopers Hawk story, about us sitting in the front yard and watching a Coopers Hawk, swoop down, about ten feet away from us and grab a little bird and take off with it and that is when I nearly had my head on collision!
Out of nowhere this gigantic Coopers Hawk comes flying, literally at breakneck speed, over the top of my cabin, dives down heading straight towards my face and right before it got to me it flew upward and disappeared into the trees, in the pigpen behind us. Just barely missing the top of my head. All of us were shocked at what we had just witnessed and no one got a picture of it, because it happened so fast and their cameras were still on the table.
Annie and Tony were sick about not getting to capture the scary and exciting event. And as we talked about that fly-by, I remarked, "Well, I'm just glad that I didn't have Little Debbie out here, running around in the yard, because he could have scooped her up after turning my face into a permanent caricature!"
Yesterday was a great day. In the afternoon, Tony and I went to Kerrville for three reasons: Hazel, Longmire and Katee Sackhoff. And I am proud to announce that Longmire enjoyed the road trip to the rescue ranch, because I held him in my arms, so he could look out the window.
Before we put them into their pens, I tried to take some better pictures of them. We found out that little Longmire is approximately one-year-old and he never takes a bad picture, because he is so cute and that he must have been a race car driver in a previous life time, because he always wants to drive.