Title of this one is “Me and Billy watched a murderâ€
Anyways, Billy Garrett was at my house to yap about something. We sat out on the porch so I could smoke. After a little bit a hawk landed right in front of us (eye level on a weird horizontal tree in my yard). He had a smaller bird in his talons that vainly flapped around helpless in his grasp. We sat silently captivated watching this poor avian bastard get his guts ripped out while still struggling to break free. It started feeling sorta Kitty Genovese until this little jaybird landed on the same tree and started screaming at the hawk. The hawk didn’t give a shit, but the jaybird kept squawking, “Murder†over and over. Oddly enough another one eventually joined his protest. The hawk just ignored their shrill duet and kept ripping morsels off his victim who thankfully had quit moving at this point. Eventually Billy and I lost interest and went back inside.