At Swami's yurt today:
Every year, Cooper's hawks investigate the nest in a tree behind the house. They will break off branches from the pine trees and place them in the nest, but we have yet to see any real nesting. There is another nest down the street, so maybe they are using that one.
Butterscotch (aka Quagmire) was salivating at the squirrels.
I will be talking to Isabelle's ENTIRE kindergarten tomorrow morning (230 little darlings), so I picked up some birds tonight so I don't have to get up at zero-dark thirty in the morning. Here's a cute note on one of the cage doors (holding a rehab Cooper's hawk being exercised for release):
"Feed me a lot. I'm a flying pig!"