General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

There's always been doves at my house. They fly from the trees to fence, then fence to trees, flutter about a bit, trees to roof, roof to trees, so on and so on, all day long.

One day last year, I was sitting by the window and the doves were active, as usual. When, all of a sudden, a hawk flew round the corner, banked over like a fighter plane, hundred miles an hour, and grabbed one of the doves.
They went onto the lawn where the hawk ripped the dove apart. Feathers? Aye, everywhere. It looked like somebody had ripped a pillow open and shook it about!

That's nature.

I have a neighbour who has a .22 rifle. He used to lean out of his window and shoot the doves and magpies.