It's almost 30•, the sun bright and warming,
the tree line surrounding us peppered with bright red buds shimmering in the
sunlight, as the two adolescent Hawks go languidly by, flying interwoven and
with their own delight. The snow and ice melting, small field and forest mice
in a range of deep hues
venturing out for a little food,
and little warmth and
light.
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