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I was rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets yesterday when I heard a loud thud and scrambling noises coming from outside. My heart started to pound because I was pretty sure someone was trying to break into my garage. I stood paralyzed for a few moments waiting for more sounds, but all was quiet.
I tiptoed over to the kitchen sink and peered out the little window. It wasn’t a burglar after all. Remember my little hawk friend from a few days ago?
He stood on the frozen ground looking around nervously, and under his talons was a big, fat, now-dead starling.
One down, 74 to go…