4:05pm I've circled all sides of the nest but haven't been able to see a thing. On my last two visits there had been changes in behavior nothing really definitive but I'm hoping today will be different on that score. So I wait.
4:12pm Another view, straight on with blowing branches, still nothing.
4:27pm I decide to watch from the west end of the nest. Nothing.
4:52pm After an hour, FINALLY something, but not much, a glimpse of an adult tail.
5:00pm My daughter Sam, trusty note taker, appears coming up the hill from school, we continue to look at the seemingly empty nest. We wait. Finally at 5:22pm we decide to go back down the block for a different angle. We get there and suddenly Sam says,"Look!"
I say, "Look at what?"
"A hawk, a hawk!" and she points directly across the street. There is Tristan big as life perched 15 feet from the ground right in front of us on a broken upright branch. Ah, what a difference 20 feet down the sidewalk makes. He's probably been there for ages. And just as we get set up, off he goes to the west through the trees.
5:24pm Tristan flies up the block toward the stone shed and lands in a tree.
And who is that with the camera underneath him? It's Robert Schmunk of http://bloomingdalevillage.blogspot.com/
5:31:01pm Tristan hops to yet the next tree over, to west, focuses in on a pigeon on a window sill, then continues to scan.
And who is that with the camera underneath him? It's Robert Schmunk of http://bloomingdalevillage.blogspot.com/
5:31:01pm Tristan hops to yet the next tree over, to west, focuses in on a pigeon on a window sill, then continues to scan.
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