Things are quiet on the hill. The back is feeling much better, so I’ve been cutting grass, weed eating, and other mundane chores. Have spent part of today getting the trailer back in order. Another week and we’ll be on the road, hopefully.
Mixed emotions on our destinations. It seems the crowds are getting larger in all parts of the West, especially anywhere near a National Park. Places we visited as late as 2009 that were considered remote, with very few people, are overrun now. It doesn’t matter if school is in or out, it’s young folks, old folks, all folks, everywhere. I can’t find fault with any of them. They just want the experience, also. Figure it won’t be long before one will need a reservation to visit a park, hike on public land, or even boondock. Oh well, I’ll get off the soapbox.
The hawk chicks appear to doing well. They spend their time looking around for their meal wagon to arrive.
I thought I might get lucky with a picture of mom arriving with dinner, but whatever she is bringing to the nest is small, and she moves fast.
The best I can tell is she arrives with her prey, and drops it in the nest. Then it’s the best one wins. Appears both chicks are doing well. She only hangs around for thirty seconds or so, then takes wing again on another hunting trip.
The pictures leave a lot to be desired, but they are the best I can get from my point ’n’ shoot camera. I knew I’d regret letting the daughter have that fancy new camera I purchased last year.