Longleaf pines wake me most mornings in this little corner of the Piedmont. Up in one of those trees lives a red-tailed hawk who has been with me for three years, and if the hiss and creak of the trees in the morning breeze don’t wake me, she will. She screes from her perch, and she screes when she wings it past my window. I never fail to get out of bed when I hear her, perhaps because I am…
2025-08-26
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