Well, my hawk is still doing well, and I'm still trying to "speak" to it when it perches in front of the truck. But last Thursday, it seemed nervous and flighty as a bird. It swooped over me coming home and kept on going, then swooped over me again before the driveway, perching on a nearby tree branch. I stopped the truck and got out. But before I could "say" the first word, it was gone. Very nervous. My hair stood on end on the back of my neck. I took this as a warning to be aware.
The day before, a skinny bobcat loped diagonally across the Highlands-Walhalla Road in front of me. As usual, this predator owns the spaces it occupies, no matter how fast it moves.
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