“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

1.19.2014

small stuff, unless you were the squirrel

sunday afternoon early and there were hawks in the catawba tree, with a squirrel for their lunch.  we watched for two hours, laughing at the greediness of the male hawk, laughing louder when the female had had enough and pushed him off the tree onto a nearby roof.  she moved from tree to tree, squirrel in hand, and settled in a sycamore behind our house.  he followed, setting up guard, soaking up sunlight.  us too.

the neighbor catty-cornered across the street was not interested.  he had inside things to do.  

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4 comments:

  1. It is a jungle out there, isn't it... I just used Google to finally see what a catawba tree looked like--that must be stunning when in bloom. Cool dangling fruits. Gorgeous leaves.

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  2. I am a horrible person that fixed my attention on this "soaking up sunlight. us too." Because London has been do devoid of it all lately and I am craving the feel of the sun on my face so badly it almost hurts.

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  3. i never get tired of watching hawks... or all the birds. my favorite kind of afternoon in summer is to sit out in my garden and just watch and listen. it's always a drama. but yes, that inside stuff makes us miss so much of it.

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