Bad Day to Be a Pigeon

I was sitting in my bedroom tapping away at my computer when I saw a flurry of action outside.

A bird flew by with prey still fighting in its claws and landed on the roof across the alley.

Its mate swept down to land on the telephone wire right across from my balcony and glare in at me, in case I might get it in my head to try something.

I had just downloaded some pictures, so I had my camera right next to me.

I very seldom see raptors in my alley, and it's even more rare to see them with breakfast.

Two minutes later, they were gone, back to whatever haven they retreat to after a quick morning sortie, to pick over the spoils.