So I was walking Penny, and just down the street from our house, I saw a hawk standing on the sidewalk. Weird. As I approached, I realized it was hunched over the carcass of a pigeon, eating it. When I got still closer, it abandoned the carcass and flew up to a nearby wire. Then a murder of crows (yep, that's actually the word) swooped in and chased it off.* Meanwhile, coincidentally or otherwise, a group of (non-dead) pigeons circled large loops overhead.
That's a whole lot of avian excitement for our urban little neck of the (non-)woods.
* Crows apparently hate hawks. Often, as a kid back on the farm, I saw them mercilessly harassing lone birds of prey. (Why? Are they competing for resources? I assume crows are too big t0o big to become prey themselves.)