Dexter Road & Jackson Ave.

That’s pretty sweet. I’ve never seen a hawk go after a bird.

There’s nothing quite like sitting at the breakfast table watching birds at the feeder, only to see something large and fast swoop down, very close to the house, and snatch up a poor, unsuspecting mourning dove pecking happily away at what the little birds throw down. It gives a whole new meaning to the concept of bird-feeding.