Watching the hawks - yes, plural!

As soon as I got home from work I had to run upstairs to the kitchen to see if the hawk was there, but it was the female hawk not the male hawk. I had watched them long enough now I could tell the difference. She was perched on the deck

and he was across from her perched in the trees. I know he is hard to pick out, but he is on the branch above the big branch that angles from the bottom of the picture to the right. His chest is all white so he blends in with the sky and clouds.

This morning I headed to the kitchen and took a look out back and there was the female again. I am pretty sure she can see me, but it doesn't seem to bother her.

As I was watching her I saw two smaller birds fly into that big tree. I thought are they crazy, there are hawks around. Since I saw the hawks I have not seen any squirrels, chipmunks, cardinals, blue jays, or robins. Everyone is either hiding or were somebody's lunch. Well, I looked at those two smaller birds and here they are hawk chicks! They were practicing there skills and jumping from limb to limb. I am a city girl so to see this is pretty darn cool! Here are the kids - one is facing the camera and the one to the right has it's back to the camera.

I did get some dyeing books from the library to look at while I sat in the merchandise booth Saturday.

I am trying to prep for the big dyeing event at my house Aug. 18 for my Modern quilt group. While I was sitting there I worked some more on taking my son's t-shirt apart. I am about half done with that job.