Then I hear that my uncle is real sick and has entered hospice. I hope that he is like his kid sister and will be in hospice for years to come but who knows? Weird ass day. Hope he gets better. Uncle Norm has been a fixture around here and I treasure our relationship in some weird way. A relationship of correspondence and letters, late to mature. But better late than never.
I didn't think there was anything left to do at the shop, walked down to Primo and said goodbye to Warren and the afternoon group and drove home. Perhaps fortuitously, a kestrel dive-bombed my car near Tinker's transient headquarters. I winded my way through the river valley and visually checked the hawks nest. What's that? Only one hawk in the nest.
I have been watching these raptors for years. Sometimes they stick around for weeks after initial flight, last year it was merely days. I'm glad I got to see them when I could. Nice to catch this before