To some, I’m sure it may sound silly:I once named a hawk Windemere Willie.
It was one of my best shots that year,perched under the eaves of Windemere.
My luck finding hawks sometimes seems scary;my most recent I’ve named Hospital Harry.
I found him one sunny day about five,on a pole at the entrance to Hospital Drive.
His posture seemed that of a sentry on duty;in appearance, he’s truly a red-tailed beauty.
Rain, snow, sleet, or come what may . . .one hawk sighting can make my day.