"Not for ages," said the pretzel lady.
"Yes we did," insisted the other. "Just the other day at lunch. Over where the tulips were. Remember?"
"That was not a hawk," she said. "It was a turkey or a vulture or something."
"Maybe it got chubby," said the man. "Remember -- we had that plague of squirrels last year."
"It was awful," said the woman closest to me. "Squirrels clear up to here. We were wading in them."
"Bet that was hell on the hose," I said.
"Imagine what a plentiful food supply like that would do to a hawk's waistline," she said.
"Doubt the poor thing can even get airborne anymore," said the man. "No more swooping down on prey for him. Bet the best it can manage is to chuck rocks at 'em and hope to get lucky."
Or get smart enough to position itself between Building 5 and the parking garage at quitting time and learn how to beg.
Karin Fuller apologizes for failing to get the names of those amusing people who were walking with her and promises to hereafter carry a notebook so she can start giving credit where credit is due.
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