okay, he's having a bad day- me, not so much

I stepped outside my house this morning for my daily walk with Emma, the wonder-labradoodle. Frankly, I was already having a bad day...feeling bad about something from the night before.

Still in my doorway, I heard a bunch of screeching and squawking- I looked and saw one of our resident hawks...

Chasing one of these guys.......

and he was very, very close. I don't think the parrot escaped. But I hope he did.

They flew over the house across the street.

Suddenly, my complaints didn't seem so large.

I guess it's all about perspective, sometimes.