It's a little after 7pm here and that's typically hawk bedtime. Yankee is deep in the nest and Rebel is now all the way out on a limb. He's been up to the top of that large branch and back down to a few limbs above the nest. He'll probably make his way back to the nest in time for breakfast.

Seeing him swaying gently in the evening breeze, I can't help but hear that Pink Floyd song in my head. Rebel is getting ready to learn to fly and I can't wait for him to experience the sensation I have longed for. I can almost feel his anticipation, and he's so looking forward to it.

I think Momma Hawk will have to kick Yankee out the nest. When it's time for her to learn to fly, I fear there will be much scratching and squawking. I might need to borrow a video camera for that.

Jane Winkler, Editor
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