You can tell Iím not spending much time working in the yard these days (or even being in the yard), because the red-shouldered hawk that lives at the top of the eucalyptus at the end of the drive has been making itself quite at home. Itís still skittish, because it flies away at lightning speed every time I open the door (hence, no pictures).
But itís common for me to look out my window and see it swooping over the back yard, or perched in the walnut tree. Iíve also seen it resting on a fence post, surveying the scene. And Iím pretty sure it spends time on the peak of my roof, although all I have is the sound of mighty talons scratching around overhead. Itís not eyewitness evidence, but I think a case can be made.
I love watching these birds carving circles out of the sky or flapping madly to catch the current. But theyíre also very striking at rest, with their keen eyes missing nothing and their tail wings twitching nervously back and forth. Iíve even grown used to the screech of their call, although itís sort of at odds with their majestic bearing.