I laid around in the yard Saturday as the hawks were flying. There were maybe a dozen of them. There is a massive nest in my front yard, but they are very discreet on entry and exit, so I am not sure how many of these big birds live in that nest, and which simply nest nearby.
It was a beautiful day with enough breeze for them to mostly float. It is mating season so they were all showing off for each other.
Every so often one would land in one of my trees so I could get a better look. It has been a while since one landed on my deck rail, which I really like, as then I can see really up close how beautiful these massive predators are. And take note of the scary talons I don't expect to ever be used against me.
When friends (used to) visit, they would get freaked out by how low a hawk might fly over my house, but I am used to being in the flight path and know when something keeps blocking light from the skylights, that it is flight time, go look. I guess I have a good relationship with the birds, as they sometimes seem to be showing me their fresh catch.
Nature grounds me. I am so very much looking forward to constantly warm weather. More happiness is coming, with fresh warm tomatoes enjoyed right off the vine...