June 19: Watching and Waiting
Ever since the hail storm, there has been no trace of movement at the nest. By this time last year and the year before, little fledgling hawks were out in the tree limbs, crying to be fed.
But one fact remains: Rufous is still in the neighborhood, working his little wings off, hunting in the cypress trees, and flying southward with meals. We see and hear him frequently.
Have the hawks completely outwitted us this year? It would seem so. I continue to listen for the sound of hungry little hawks. Eeee-uuuu. Eeee-uuuu.
Hopefully, to be continued...
Continue to Chapter 9: Patience Has its Rewards
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