Re: Unexpected Wildlife Encounters
Where I live now, there's a young Cooper's hawk
I've met a couple of times. Once, he'd just caught a gopher underneath the big cedar next to our driveway; the other time he'd been cornered on the ground by crows, and my walking unannounced around the corner of the house distracted the crows for long enough that he was able to make his exit.
Is this the start of a beautiful friendship? Or at least a satisfying alliance?
"Ever having a gopher problem, mate; well, give me a call, I'll see what I can do, you get my meaning?"
We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile, and nothing can grow there. Too much, and the best of us is washed away.