It was foggy and damp. The cows were still in hiding, fickle girls. They don't need us now, plenty of water in the creek and plenty of green grass and weeds. They have lots of places to hide on four hundred acres. We've been watching a hawk's nest in a small oak tree in the lane. The last few weeks the mama flies out and high into the air when we drive up to the gate. The last two days we noticed she waits until we are almost to the tree to fly out. Instead of flying into the sky she lands on the ground where she can watch us. This morning we stopped under the tree to hear cheeping. I look forward to see how she teaches them to fly and the number of babies.