On the final Friday night of January, it was all about roasting: roasted hoisin-glazed pork tenderloin, roasted Brussels sprouts, and roasted spiced potatoes. It proved to be a delicious and substantial supper, all tasty and good.
The next morning proved to be the second Saturday in a row with a multi-hour predatory perching by the neighborhood hawk. On a trip outside with Sumner, a swirl of feathers caught my eye, likely evidence of a missed pigeon poaching, which led me to look around for him. And there he was in the same tree as the previous weekend. Still didn't get to witness action and by mid-day he had moved on.
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