27 February 06
Swainson's in the Gale
As I was walking home tonight in the storm, two Swainson’s hawks—the first of the spring—were trying, in vain, to fly south over the creek.
I just got back from picking Numenius up from the airport; he was in Portland for the day. It was a VERY bumpy plane ride. Good to have him home safe and sound…
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