April 17, 2012
On the way to work the other day I saw a hawk bringing food to its nest. A little head was sticking up over the side, but it disappeared when the food came. I was sorry I couldn’t stop and see if I could spot the little guy again.
This morning, in another area, we also saw a hawk bringing back food to its nest. We tried to see where the hawk was going, but lost sight of it. I mentioned that one way to find a hawk nest is to walk around in the area you think it might be; if you actually do get near the nest, the hawk will dive at you and harass you until you leave.
Neither of my passengers seemed to think much of this idea.
On the way home I saw that hawk or another one hunting some more. I hope it was another one—the thought of that constant running around makes me tired.