I'm learning to take my camera every time I step out the door. Today I had it wrapped around my neck as I emptied the trash. A bird flew by me. I thought it was the feathered imp that teases me with his presence. As it zoomed past me, I realized I was seeing hawks everywhere, mostly in my imagination. I looked up from the trash can to the north, and perched on a tree top in my neighbors back yard was a very large bird. Could I be so lucky to finally get the chance to take a picture of him without the sun interfering? I made my way to Lee's drive way. It was the hawk. I snapped a few, but knew I was still too far away. Lee's trash was out and his paper retrieved. I made up my mind. I knocked on his door. I just had to get in that back yard. My 94 year old neighbor became my assistant. He held the back door open; so the hawk wouldn't hear us. I only got a few pictures of him, before myself or the dive boming mocking birds scared him off.
