
I have been hearing the piercing cry of hawks at our house near Campbell and Ft Lowell for weeks. One recent morning I was sitting in my home office. I looked out the window, and there was a family of three hawks in the mulberry.

It looked, as Steve would say, like a married couple and a teenager. The red shoulders and white rumps are characteristic of the Harris Hawks.
Uh oh. Busted.


Sunbeam has added the hawks to the bobcat, javelina and the coyotes as her top four reasons for preferring to observe the world from within our house.

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