Lyn writes:
So I'm out in my garden at dusk minding my own business on Wednesday, April 2. I hear the hawks but it is a different, more urgent cry. I look up and see a hawk alight on the top of the deodara, which is to the east of and lower than the Canary Island pine with the nest. A second hawk, presumably the male, comes down on top of her and flap-flap-flap-flap-flap-slam, bam, thank-you ma'am, then he's up, up and away. She is prostrate at the top of the tree for about five minutes, her head and back one continuous horizontal silhouette. Recovered, she sits upright for another five minutes or so, and then is gone.
Tonight, Wednesday, April 9, Mont and I were enjoying the evening with its purpling sky and its fingernail moon when we heard a staccato cry from a hawk who flew straight to the top of the deodara, followed closely by the male who flapped-flapped on top of her for a few seconds--definitely a briefer and more perfunctory tryst than last week. Likewise, she maintained her post-coital stupor for a much shorter time, recovered and flew away.
Was this the same male as last week? She definitely led him on, right to the same spot as last week's deed. Does this mean she will nest here near the scene of passion? Stay tuned for next Wednesday.
