In the world of the super unusual, we have three gigantic Cooper’s hawks that have settled into the backyard and called it their new stomping ground.

John thinks they’ve nested just over the fence in the dense woods, and we just can’t see where. They sit along our back fence, looking for rabbits, I suppose.

The other day, one of the hawks caught a rabbit just as I let Otis outside.

It was like a Keystone Cops comedy — the hawk swooped; the rabbit shrieked; Otis pounced; the rabbit escaped. And the hawk was pissed off all day.

It made me think of this: