This morning's walk found a hawk down, the last few minutes of his life slipping away. When I spotted him I assumed he was dead and turned him over on to his breast. I was surprised to see his eyes move and his tail feathers rustle just a bit. I didn't find any trauma on him, either old age or disease took him. I returned with my camera and snapped this photo, by that time he was gone. He was a big bird. About 18 inches from beak to tail. Sad to see him go.
The closest stop sign is over a mile away and the first traffic light is 5+ miles down the road. A visit to the grocery store is almost 30 miles round trip. It's quiet here; just the sound of toads and coyotes at night. It seems very still, but when you look close there's always something happening. Read on about a few things we've noticed over the past few years.