It was a beautiful weekend, Chris and her mates were drying newly dyed yarn. I was drying newly washed (and oldly knitted) garments. I like being able to do this out-of-doors, they seem really fresh that way when I fold them up and put them in the cedar chest. Of course, I do remove those silver maple helicopters.
Red Tailed Hawk update – I’ve seen the fledglings often now. (I wish I had pictures.) They pop their heads up over the edge of the nest, looking around. Their beaks are tiny buttons on their faces. They look for all the world like a doofy happy baby who has managed to pull himself up on the side of the crib, and stands there grinning and drooling. The other day I saw one balancing on the edge of the nest, waving its wings around. No, no, get back in the nest. What would we do with a baby red tail in the yard- how could we help it? My nephew’s answer — ” Uncle Guy could shoot a squirrel and you could feed the baby with it. They eat carrion.” A pause, then acknowledging that this might not take place. “Or, you could just trap some mice.”
Yeah. I’ll be calling the Minnesota Raptor Center, rest assured.