Yesterday both cats scrambled to get on to the windowsill to gawk out at what I figured was a pigeon.
Well, it was, but not in the way I was expecting:
She really went to town on that thing:
She hung around, snacking, for a good long time, before lifting off with what was left of the carcass and leaving just a puddle of feathers behind.
I’m not a bird-watcher, so even with the help of various online guides I can’t be sure, but chances are that bird o’ prey was a red-tailed hawk. They’re pretty common in the city, but this was my first up-close-and-personal sighting.