This would not seem unusual if I lived in Lake Tanglewood or Bishop Hills. But I live downtown, in the heart of the city. While I watched, the bird pecked the sparrow it was holding into bite-sized lumps and swallowed them. Then it disappeared from view, running south on Harrison at a pretty good clip. The next day it appeared again, sitting on top of my garage.
Some people think roadrunners bring good luck.
I doubt that, as did the sparrow. But just in case, I'm putting money in the Texas Lottery this week. Recalling how it felt to be 18 years old and starting college, I refrained from buying luggage or Crockpots for the graduates on my list. I just sent money. That was June.