[Sir Humpsalot]

I went outside today. It's 11am here and it's already past 60 degrees.

I packed up some Bright VA flake in a cob and lit it up. I sat down on the top step of the stairs leading to my house, my back against the wall, one leg a step down from the other.

As I'm sitting there, a dark shadow soars over me. I look up to see a full-grown red tailed hawk, just soaring on the wind currents. I get up to watch and see the hawk making a somewhat circular pattern, perhaps eyeing some prey. I look around, I start to walk around. I see a black cat, but it is much too large. I believe there is a rabbit's nest nearby, but I don't see where. I look back up to see where the hawk is circling and then I see something truly unusual.

The hawk flaps a few times, gaining some altitude, as a tiny bird, certainly no bigger than a robin, perhaps a sparrow, comes flap-flap-flapping directly at the hawk, diving at it, then darting away. Then again. I watch this smaller bird, no doubt protecting its nest, go after the hawk again and again in an aerial dogfight, the fast agile fighter against the slow, steady, bomber.

They disappear from view.