Dawn, with hawk
Wednesday as I was walking in and staring at the dawn, a dark and silent shape flew just over my head into the large tree (I still don't know what kind it is) along the path. A Cooper's hawk, sitting on a low branch in the early dawn and watching the sun rise. A single crow alit in the high top branches and began calling "hawwwwk hawwwwwk hawwwwk" but the Cooper's paid him no mind and the crow didn't come lower, and eventually flew off to join some couple of dozen of his kin as they tumbled through the sky heading somewhere off west of here. The hawk remained for a few minutes longer, and then he too went about his business, swiftly and silently. As did I, not nearly so swiftly...
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I trust that during yesterday's snow, your local birds just fluffed up their feathers a bit more and soldiered on. We humans, not so much.
Did you snap any bird-in-snow photos?
Idle thought [cue Andy Rooney impression here]: Have you ever noticed how many different birds are sports team mascots (including Pittsburgh's own flightless avians)? I seem to have missed sighting Fredbird the Redbird during the World Series, however.
Around here we didn't even get "white stuff", as they call it, on the ground. Real snow is yet to come.
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