The birdfeeders and patio were still deserted. It had been something like half an hour. And so I was sort of paying attention, because that silence means all the songbirds know something’s up.
I looked up again to see that magnificent striped tail and wide wingspan sailing easily, breezily across right in front of the awning across from where I sat, swooping up at the last near the redwood tree.
The best sighting of my Cooper’s hawk (scroll down slightly) I’ve had in months.