The Hawk and the Mouse

One could imagine how boring an office job might get, but so boring that a hawk flying around outside is means for commotion? Apparently.

At our old building we were higher up, thus we got to witness all of the car crashes and other 'fun' events from a good safe distance. Now, at our new building, we're closer to the ground floor and that means our new source of amusement is the hawk that lives in the adjacent parking lot.

The other day the hawk, we'll call him...Mr. Hawk, was flying quite low to the ground. "OH MY GOD! SOUND THE ALARM!" There was screaming, chaos! Children were crying! Kidding, but what actually happened was still mildly annoying. Several gathered around the window as Mr. Hawk swooped down and picked up a mouse, most likely his dinner. As the mouse wriggled around, still alive (but not for long) everyone gasped and chattered like it was the most amazing friggin thing they had ever seen. Nature.

I just sat with a blank stare as I thought to myself "Lucky fuckin' mouse."