Last month’s calendar featured breakfast. Well … Maybe the squirrel last month would have been too big for this little guy. But the finch would have been just his size. He’s waiting in ambush for breakfast to come by.

I have read that a hawk is no match for the speed and agility of a healthy finch or sparrow. That matches what I see around here. I’ve seen hawks chase them, but I’ve never seen a hawk catch one. I almost saw it once, just out of the corner of my eye. But by the time I turned my head, all I could see was a little cloud of feathers floating down out of the sky. The sparrow probably never felt a thing.