In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

neighbourhood watch

A small hawk is living along the lower cove road. I think it is a sharp-shinned hawk. Its feathered breast was luminous gold in the late afternoon sunlight. I was happy to see it, but the feeling wasn't mutual. It was determined to defend its territory from the likes of me.
I was an intruder who needed to be watched like a hawk.It flew in patterns above my head and uttered its screek! screek! so that I would go away. It's possible that its babies are still fledging, since it takes them ten weeks from birth to be able to fly. Later I saw it chase a crow or a raven away from somewhere in the forest. I'm not the only one this hawk has to watch out for.

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