Ten minutes ago there I was ready to go off and buy a shirt for the DH's New Years Eve Jazz Gig, my old First on my shoulder..I glanced at the bird feeders as I passed and saw Dweeb (a Morning Dove I raised from a featherless 2-day old orphan this year) sitting munching grain..he called out ,"Dweeeb"..that's Dove-talk for "Hi Mom"..then a flash of motion out of the woods, and quicker than my eye could focus, a red-tailed hawk clutched at Dweeb..I yelled and threw my Bbag at him..hawk hit the window of our log-cabin and was unharmed..Dweeb (who is alas now a slightly less feathered Dweeb since the hawk grabbed a clawfull of his back plumage) took off to safety ..my bag is damp, muddy, and my HERO!! so it made me wonder, what adventures have your Bbags had?