When I am lonesome
I look up to the clouds
For they tell me of how
They come and go.
When I am confused
I listen to the wind
For it tells me
What is best for me.
When I am mad I
Listen to the waters flow
It helps clear my mind.
Summer hawk molt
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It's summer molt season for our local Red-Tailed Hawks as they discard the
feathers they've had for the last year and replace them with new plumage.
Resi...
1 week ago
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