Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Even the fawns are growing up, though they are still spotted. The one I saw last evening was alone but seemed full of itself, saucy even, giving me a look that seemed to say, “You can’t catch me, so there!” With that it kicked up its tail and its heels and danced off into the woods. Such youthful exuberance, as yet unchallenged or tested by life’s hard knocks.
In another week I could legitimately start fall hawkwatching, though early August only brings out the hardcore hawkwatchers. We usually couch our own abundance of enthusiasm by saying it’s just to get the eyes and the binoculars dialed in before the action really begins. Early August hawkwatching is usually more about catching up on the doings of other hawkwatchers since the end of the last migration season. By the time the socializing is up to date, maybe the hawks will really be on the move. Sometimes we actually get rewarded for our early season efforts, especially on days with a bit of a northwest wind. Perhaps 10-12 birds, the first double-digit day of the new season, might be counted. Still, you need to be something of a hard-core hawkwatcher to spend all day on a mountain top and only see 10-12 raptors. That would even be a good day in the early season.
Still, a couple of fledged eastern kingbirds and a smart-alec fawn are enough to get me thinking about the fall to come. So what does that say about me?