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What a beautiful poem that makes.

    Quoting "Ian A. Worley" <[log in to unmask]>:
> If a raptor can have a guilty look, it was in the eyes of the adult  
> Goshawk that rounded the corner of the house (behind which are the  
> feeders) and discovered me hauling some barn buckets in the day-long  
> snowfall.  Flew by me with some awkward flaps then sprinted low in  
> the blowing snows through the orchard, across a pasture,  
> disappearing into the snowy shadows of the woods beyond.
>
>   This late afternoon.
>   Ian