Left to Guess

I consider myself somewhat of a problem solver. Give me the pieces and I can usually put things together to find the solution. I am still putting together the pieces of the event this morning. Let me tell you the pieces and then I will put them together with what I think happened.
Mary and I were packing lunches and finding something for breakfast when there was a noise at the front door. It sounded like something (I was guessing a newspaper) had hit the front door. We don't get a newspaper so this would be something new. When I went to the door to see what was going on, the was a hawk sitting at the edge of the landing (a four by six slab of concrete at the front door). I got a good look at him since he sat there for at least five seconds after I walked up to the door. At this point I remember hearing the cry of a hawk just moments prior to the noise that brought me to the door to investigate. After the hawk frew away I took another look to see what had hit the house, nothing there. Well, with the exception of a mole that looked pretty stunned or dead. The mole would have been about three feet from where the hawk was sitting.
Ok. Have you put it together yet? My guess is that the hawk was after the mole and misjudged his flight path, forgetting that the house was a solid object. Actually, I really think he hit the wooden rails which are at the side of the front landing just after snagging the mole. In his dazed state, he dropped the mole and sat recovering nearby. When I walked to the door I scared him and he flew off without his breakfast.
Now, the rest of the story. (Anybody ever listen to Paul Harvey when they were younger?) Mary was not thrilled at having a dead mole on the landing all day and suggested that I promptly remove it. After finding my shovel, which still has a broken handle that I intend to fix someday, I went to make the mole disappear. Walking up to the mole I see that he is stll laying on his back, legs shaking. That is until I get the shovel about a foot from him, and all of a sudden he springs to life, darting every which way. I bet I looked like an idiot trying to catch that sucker. Finally he got off of the concrete and tried to hide in the mulch next to the house. He would have been better off continuing to run in circles as I probably would have gotten tired and given up the case. But since he didn't, we have one less mole to worry about.