Wednesday, January 9, 2013
The hungry Cooper's hawk just made a sudden breakfasting recon pass through the yard, doubtless hoping to surprise a tasty sparrow or chickadee. Unfortunately for the hawk, all potential victims scattered safely—no one zigged when they should have zagged—so the frustrated Cooper's ended up landing on a nearby limb where it began preening vehemently while casting evil stares to every quadrant.
I had my own breakfast several hours ago, without any attendant stalking or drama, and have already finished all necessary desk work—meaning the remainder of the day is mine to do with as I please. Not that my chore and errand list is free and clear, mind you. There's always plenty "to do" stuff pending. But at least I'll be able to get out and about, and if the weather cooperates, maybe even take a photo ramble.
At the moment it's dark with a heavy overcast, though partial sun is predicted for later on. Already the outside temperature is up to 40˚F, and the eaves are dripping. Most of the snow cover should be gone by day's end. The down side is that trails will be sloppy, so I'll have to limit my investigations to places I can explore without getting too muddy.
Or maybe I'll just do the grocery shopping, make a book run to the library, stop by the hardware for some bird seed, and afterwards take a long country drive…perhaps to that little rural café 30 miles northwest of here where they still fix real cheeseburgers and onion rings and chocolate malts. Too bad I can't treat that Cooper's hawk to lunch.