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.