Tuesday, December 8, 2020




I stepped outside this morning to see what the commotion was. I should have known; if Crows are in an uproar, there has to be a Hawk nearby. There was a Red-Shouldered at the top of a redwood trying to hunt. He eventually flew off and came back in the afternoon. 
They, birders, say it's Hawk season. What they mean is now that the trees are bare, we can see the Hawks in them.

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