Yesterday, Don and I took some time from chores to make some holes in old car hoods that are stacked in the back of our pasture. Before we could get set up, a hawk swooped low through the trees in front of us. It may only be me, but I like birds, especially birds of prey.
We are lucky to have a pair of them nesting in the top of our neighbor’s tree. I’m not sure if the hawk was upset we were near the nest or calling for its mate. The reason doesn’t matter as the aerial display it put on was more fun than shooting–almost. 
After we’d made enough holes–and noise–we searched the creek bank. Found a couple of signs of feral hog and this–a mussel.
Funny thing is, the pond is over a rise and 75 yards away.
What a wonderful way to celebrate a Sunday afternoon.
I love watching the hawks and occasional eagle soaring over the valley behind our house. They must get really good current there because they’ll swoop and sail endlessly. Makes me want to be a bird in my next life.
(And they eat snakes! Saw a hawk nail one, then take off into the sky with the snake dangling. Of course, I wouldn’t eat snakes if I were a bird, but I appreciate their doing it while I’m me.)