During our afternoon perambulation yesterday I noticed that the small birds that usually are so conspicuous in our neighborhood were making themselves scarce. "I wonder if . . .," I began, scanning the skies. Yep, our old friend the Red-tailed Hawk was prowling about. I hoped that he would come down so I could get a good picture, but he soon flew off. At first I thought he might just be perched out of sight, but not long after that I began to hear birdsong and see the little guys flitting about. I guess someone gave the all-clear.
After that I tried to at least get a picture of a sparrow, but they were camera shy.
Such is the life of a bad birdwatcher.
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