Harold
Brother had a sparrow hawk..raised him or it from a chick..must have found it in a nest somewhere. Called him Harold..after a local guy..of course we had chooks everywhere..always chickens happening. Didn’t seem to be as many around while Harold was in the neighbourhood…you’d see him/it on a rail..15 feet up, watching! And Mum getting irritable..all the chooks hid when he was around…
I love your stories Bill – good one!!!
Great stories, aren’t they..wee while ago, Helen!
Oh I remember Harold the hawk.. he came right into the back yard and we fed him chunks of meat..