Itís 7:30 pm on Saturday. Jay and I are busily packing for a vacation trip to Yosemite National Park. We will leave early in the morning, flying to San Francisco to meet our granddaughter Caitlin (and her mom and dad, of course).
I decided on one last look at the Hawk nest. Taking my binoculars and camera, I went out to the Red River Trail side and looked up. No Henrietta. I watched through the binoculars for a few seconds, and then it happened! Up popped a tawny, wobbly little head. One of the chicks was scrambling to look over the side of the nest! I could see his head and eye and beak very clearly, and even managed to take a photo. Jay drove up to put his Porsche in the garage, and I waved frantically to him. Watching for awhile through the binoculars, he saw nothing. And then the chick appeared again, struggling and active. Is this the strongest, boldest chick? Is there only one?
A chick peers over the side of the nest.
We will have adventures at Yosemite this week, but we will miss a week of excitement as the chicks (or maybe only one chick) begin to venture outside the nest. Will the live oak tree be populated with fledgling hawks waiting to try their wings? Will they be still be here when we return?
Continue to Chapter 10: Introducing Young Slats
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