Interesting Times on a Friday Evening
When I got home from work this evening, there were three police cars with lights flashing in front of my house. Diane was talking with a policeman as I came up. There was a helicopter circling overhead. Apparently, a car-jacking came to an abrupt stop in our little cul-de-sac, and one of the people ran for it, going past Diane as she was working in the side yard and over our neighbor’s fence. The driver, though, was apprehended almost immediately. A canine unit arrived to track down the fellow, and Diane assisted the police in handling our next-door neighbor’s dogs while the search went on. About an hour later, the police caught up with the suspect, who had joined a group watching a soccer game going on in the high school schoolyard behind our house. He didn’t really fit in, the dog had his scent, and another neighbor of ours gave a positive visual identification on him. An officer came by to let us know that everything was now resolved.
This officer had noticed the hawks while doing a search of our backyard, and expressed an interest in seeing them up close. We got some food out, and the officer was able to feed the two hawks on the glove. He said this was the closest he had been to a raptor, and we explained a bit about Harris hawk cooperative hunting and how that behavior distinguished them from other raptors.
