This adorably cuddly hawk flew into my yard and I commented to my husband (more on that later) that nothing could make me happier than seeing him (or her, I dunno) rid me of a squirrel or two. But I realized that Donald Trump running as a third party candidate would make me immeasurably happier. I’d freakin’ let them into my house for peanuts and Crackerjack with Judy if that happened.
