Have been a strange place lately, half way between "fairy land and reality". Trying not to let things get me off balance. Like this little fella, all it would take is even the slightest squeeze to ruin his day. I try to trust and not let things ruin my day. So I smooth the bumps on the journey and try not to look to far up the road.

The hawks were back last evening, about dusk. Was on the back porch when I heard them again. Screeching away, sounded like young ones trying out their "voices". All of a sudden 3 of them came swooping down into the little pasture area a few yards away from the house. They kind of jumped around and flapped their wings then one by one they flew off. Young ones learning and finding their territory or a lovers triangle? All be well.