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.
Tompkins Square hawk fledgling plays with a feather, catches a pigeon
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One of the cutest things I've observed this hawk season in Tompkins Square
is seeing one of the fledglings play with a hawk feather molted by one if
its ...
2 days ago

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