Kathleen stopped by again today for some one-on-one time before they head further south tomorrow. We shared memories, explored each other’s takes on things political and found ourselves nodding in agreement over and over (always a nice thing), laughed loud enough to be heard into the next block. We moved into the kitchen for lunch and kept going for hours more.
The birdfeeder was getting low before that point. It was quite empty and probably had been for awhile when we came out of there when Richard came home, and not to deprive her of any birdwatching time, I gave it a quick refill.
We went from nothing in sight to here comes the flock–we weren’t the only ones ready for dinner. I’d scattered some suet, too, and pointed out the Bewick’s wren.
But you know the one thing I’d really wished was to be able to show off my hawk. (“My hawk, *a* chickadee, but *my* hawk” she teased me.)
At the very moment I found the Cooper’s page in my Sibley book to show her, with the two of us standing there and Richard sitting next to us, suddenly there were two bangs at the window and Coopernicus himself did a swoop around the amaryllises in chase. I missed the first part of it, my nose in that book, and then the windows reflecting off each other from my angle got in my way a moment more, but they said he strolled under the picnic table, looking for his prey.
And there one was. And we got to see those wings wide going past the amaryllises again, only this time he had something to show for it. (The other finch that had hit eventually recovered itself and played the one that got away.)
We held still, watching him and his struggling-then-still finch, and after a moment she reached for her camera. He gathered it close and took off; as I explained, he’s fine with being watched unless he has a meal in his talons and then he gets antsy.
We might be trying to steal his prey, she affirmed.
While I thought, She got to see him!! She got to see my hawk!!
He’s a big bird, isn’t he? I asked.
He IS!
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The other wonderful thing about today is that baby Hayes came home. The traces of chemical trauma were such that they said there was no indication nor expectation of longterm brain damage.
And he’s a beautiful, wide-eyed baby boy, looking at the insides of a car and carseat for the first time in the picture they sent us.
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and a good time had by all! so happy to hear little Hayes is home with his mom and dad
Comment by bev 07.26.13 @ 7:08 amI am so glad to hear this baby is ok. We had a scary time getting our new little great-granddaughter here but it looks like she is ok now–she is two weeks old and I got to cuddle and snuggle her on Pioneer Day.
Comment by Sherry in Idaho 07.26.13 @ 8:24 amAgreed! Three cheers for Hayes! Thank God for no brain damage.
And more cheers for the bird watchers. Wow! What an experience!
Comment by Donald Meyer 07.26.13 @ 8:28 amHooray for Hayes!
And I do think YOUR hawk is a show-off. 😉
Comment by Channon 07.26.13 @ 8:44 amFabulous news about Hayes!
I’ve in a new location at work – a window that overlooks the grass that leads to the highway. I’m on the 4th floor and during long conference calls I get to watch MY hawk course up and down along the strip of green.
Comment by twinsetellen 07.26.13 @ 2:07 pmI was in McDonald’s, happily settling down for a meal by myself. My dog is on a restricted diet. When I eat out, I don’t face those big, coal black eyes that have so mastered the art of asking, “What about me, Mom?”
Got out the iPhone. Finch under glass!? Alison, I thought you were a bird lover, but not in that way. Oh. Right. You are.
Congratulations Baby Hayes!
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