He...or she was back today as I walked from Joan Stout to Foster. I had stopped to watch what I'm convinced were goldfinches and he flew into the fir tree just west? of Scarpelli. I waited to see if I could I.D. him for sure, but the crows went crazy and drove him to the red oak outside Foster and then from that tree too.
I have taught here 25 years and have not seen such a bold hawk. Rat pickings must be better than usual...huh, the mouse problem in Foster is worse than ever. I remember reading an article about hanta virus on the Navaho res. Some epidemiologist was interviewing some old guy who kept trying to tell the doc that the illness was in some way connected to all the mice the old guy had noticed on the res.
Mel, don't hate me that I feel mostly revulsion for varmints. Death is ugly.
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I'm not a booster for rats in general; this one just looked at me in a "j'accuse" fashion I found hard to resist.
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