Blue Jay Talking

Well, the Hawk didn't make it...casualty of the long sequence of hot days...and this probably a harbinger of many summer to come. A tourist found it and said hardly weighed anything. Maybe it's not the one I photographed by the Creek. I know it's the one by the Cedar Tree. Report of one lost at El Portal too. These Hawks are the same kind as the one I photographed in Tuolumne.

On the walkabout I felt a bit disconsolate, and sat awhile at the Twin Fallen Trees. Blue Jay came by, talking to itself as always too, and left a smile...see video.... oh, it's too slow!!

a poem

The Creek Hawk

I could toll our memories,
But they are ours, and ours alone.