I was on the roof of my new house with a solar energy consultant when the cries of two red-tailed hawks surrounded us. They played throughout the afternoon over the forest, back and forth, first so high you could hardly see them, then down almost at treetop level. It was mating season and they mate in the air, so the pheremones must have been flying, too.
mamacita
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