Hanging Around

All winter I've been feeding the seed and suet eating birds and they, in turn, have been feeding a hawk. Yesterday I found this immature hawk on my porch. I suspect and hope that it was an intruder that my resident hawk was chasing before its accident happened.

Anyone who knows me knows how deeply I'm affected by the death of any animal, any bird.

Bowen and Jon came up yesterday and hung new paintings and re-hung 'old' ones in the sitting room and beyond.

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