Hard to believe it is five days until Christmas. Totally unprepared for the onslaught, I find myself sitting in the camphor alcove watching the big red tail hawk. She swoops in about 11:00, settles herself on the river arch and lunches on something in the rye grass. Lizards? Snakes? I can't tell from the alcove. Her feathers are red gold and black. When she swoops away, her white undertail is a banner flying against the St.Johns blue gray.She reminds me of the post Vietnam year when I produced my first born child, raised a red tail hawk in the guest room and tried to be a good Mrs. Lieutenant.
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