Just got home from attending a funeral in NC. While traveling I had hawks with me all along the highway. I must have seen 10 or 12, and one swooped down in front of my car into the median. He came up empty clawed though. The funeral was on Friday and Saturday we cleaned my friend's patio and replenished her bird feeders with seed. The next morning we had an assortment of guests, including a pair of cardinals.
My friend's Mother always loved flowers and to watch the birds around her feeders. I know my friend will enjoy them as well. It was a fitting tribute for my friend's Mother, who brought corn bread to my wedding reception.
I probably need to explain that. Whenever she knew I was coming to the house, my friend's Mother made cornbread and had it warm in the oven. She would frequently say "If you EVER get married, I'm bringing corn bread for the reception." I didn't marry until age 32 (kinda late for a Southern girl). Her cornbread was one of the things I actually remembered eating at our reception.