Chapter 20

Out of Nest Tree

This morning I was drinking my morning juice and watching out the patio window, when I saw movement in the cypress tree. It was one of the fledglings! I snapped this photo, not a very good one, but it shows the bark and needles of the cypress tree. The little hawks are now flying to trees surrounding nest tree.

The fledgling hawks are all over the neighborhood now. Yesterday evening, Jay and I watched two of them as the sun shone through the cypress tree. We could only see their silhouettes because of the sun, but they appeared to be playing a game of “King of the Hill,” hopping from limb to limb, swapping places with each other, and moving higher and higher in the tree.

Today, I checked the nest, where we hardly ever see any activity now. I did see two of the fledglings in nest tree, and managed to get a photo of one of them.

Neighbors frequently look for the little hawks as they walk by nest tree. Casey came by this afternoon with Ginger, his red pit bull mix. We listened together for the hawks, and sure enough, could hear one calling a little eee-eww whistling call. We will hear these calls for weeks – probably until the first of August – as the young ones call their parents begging for food.

Later in the afternoon, Linda, John, and their dog Sweetie came by, and we spotted one of the little hawks on the roof of the house across the street.

Continue to Chapter 21: Close Encounter

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