I started regularly blogging again as a way to deal with my anxiety over the pandemic. I have always processed my thoughts best through writing. And, I wanted to keep a record of what life was like during this time.
And, at this moment in time in Georgia, things are not going well.
Our cases have surged well past the high point in April when the state first ordered residents to shelter in place. (We were then one of the first states to lift the orders, by the way, despite no evidence the cases were in decline.) Yet state leaders stubbornly deny the need to do anything necessary to control the outbreak.
A juvenile red-tailed hawk was learning to hunt in our back yard yesterday. If you look closely at the picture, you can see he has a squirrel in one talon. A neighbor told me they sometimes don’t realize they can fly with the prey. So, he was hanging out on our trampoline and looking a little confused.
The sad thing is I wouldn’t even have seen it if it hadn’t been for a little Carolina wren that was chirping its head off on our deck. I went out to check on the wren and found the hawk.
He sat there while I walked right up and took this photo. He turned and looked at me. And for a second, I thought he had become tangled in the trampoline net. But then he flew off with the squirrel.