One of the great things we love about Kentucky, that we didn't have in Texas are trees. Lots of trees. Great big tall trees. When we found our neighborhood we fell absolutely in love with the wooded lot. That love wanes a little come fall, but for the most part we're still in love with all those trees.
Another thing we discovered is that we have a hawk living in a tree right by our house. Every year she (he?) spends the summer training a baby and we have really enjoyed watching the process. She will fly part way out in the yard and then call for the little one and then fly further, it's really something to watch. She also pitches a pretty big fit if we are out in the yard during the summer time. It's like she's telling us to go away!
Not sure what is going on with her this year though, something just doesn't seem right. Brian called me a couple of weeks ago and said the hawk was at the bottom of the tree and not moving when he would get relatively close while he was mowing. We tried calling a couple of different places but could not find anyone to come and get her. When he went to check on her later in the day, she was gone.
Anyway, I was able to get a picture of her the other night. We're not sure if this is the same one that was hurt, but she didn't seem to fly away as swiftly as she used to fly. Plus, we're not seeing a little one this year either.
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