The other day the Mister and I heard a loud noise. I was at the kitchen table, and he was in the laundry area. We checked a few closets, thinking something may have fallen off a shelf.
Nothing was out of place, and it is not cold enough for the house to crack. (Yes, southern friends, when it gets below zero, the building materials of a house contract and it can be heard from inside!! Like a wood cracking sound.)
We dismissed the noise until the Mister went out side and found this sight.
A beautiful hawk lost its life either chasing a rodent, or going after a bird. We think it hit the house when it was pursuing its dinner. (You will notice in the comment section, Sara informed me this is not a hawk, but a Ruffled Grouse. I did a double check on google, and Sara is right!)
And that's the way it is.................