How rude of them to all leave the second I arrive on the roof of the feeder. They’ve got my feathers ruffled now! I have as much right to be at the birdfeeder as anyone else. After all, I plan to feed on birds. Isn’t that what a birdfeeder is for?

It’s hard to find friends when you’re a bird of prey. I’m not even good at catching birds for my supper yet, being just a youngster.

I have a better view from here. And I think … yes … a few of those delicious finches are returning.

Eyes front! Play it cool. Pretend you don’t see them.

Oh no. Wouldn’t you know it? What a time for my mom to be calling. Should I stay or go?

Meanwhile the birds took off again. Darned dogs running around scaring off my meals. Can’t you just sit still for a while?

Another night of going to bed without supper.

But just you wait until I get my claws into you tomorrow.

I’ll pretend I’m not looking. That usually works.

Or … I might have to settle for that mouse down there.

Don’t judge me for hanging around the birdfeeder! What did you think? I gotta eat!