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All work ceased this morning at Lord & Sons. Throughout the shop all eyes were fixed skyward.
A Christmas miracle? An unexpected total eclipse heralding the coming of Ming? No.
A hawk had flown into the building. A Red-Tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) to be precise.
Now, it's not uncommon to see birds inside the shop. Starlings have set up numerous nests among the rafters (and the more adventurous ones have actually nested inside the stands we use to hold bar products) so we're used to seeing birds flying around the place (especially near the break table, where food can be found) but a hawk was news. We all were pretty impressed that such a large bird could fly so gracefully through the spaces at the top of the warehouse. There was much discussion on how to get it out, and I, being an ass, told a coworker that hawks went after the color red; prompting him to remove his Cardinals cap with great haste.
While I was out "working" the hawk evidently scared the shit out of the folks work at the sorting table by swooping down, grabbing a starling, and, seeing daylight, making his break.
A Christmas miracle? An unexpected total eclipse heralding the coming of Ming? No.
A hawk had flown into the building. A Red-Tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) to be precise.
Now, it's not uncommon to see birds inside the shop. Starlings have set up numerous nests among the rafters (and the more adventurous ones have actually nested inside the stands we use to hold bar products) so we're used to seeing birds flying around the place (especially near the break table, where food can be found) but a hawk was news. We all were pretty impressed that such a large bird could fly so gracefully through the spaces at the top of the warehouse. There was much discussion on how to get it out, and I, being an ass, told a coworker that hawks went after the color red; prompting him to remove his Cardinals cap with great haste.
While I was out "working" the hawk evidently scared the shit out of the folks work at the sorting table by swooping down, grabbing a starling, and, seeing daylight, making his break.
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