"I will not be clapped in a hood, Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist, Now I have learnt to be proud Hovering over the wood In the broken mist Or tumbling cloud." ~ William Butler Yeats

I commented to Bruce recently that it seemed as though our annual summer visit by hawks might not happen this year.  We hadn't seen them or heard them at all so far.  That was until yesterday, when I could hear their familiar screeches not too far away.  Then this morning, while cleaning the upstairs bathroom, I happened to glance out the window, and there, not but a few feet from me, were two hawks standing on the roof!  Of course, my camera was downstairs, so down I rushed and right back up again, hoping that they were still there.  They were, and I managed to grab a few shots before they flew off.  I had to take the pictures through the screen - I knew that if I tried to lift it, I'd get no shots at all.  When they flew off, I could tell that one went in the direction of the deck, so down the stairs I went again, and was able to capture a few more.

I don't know if they are just passing through, or if we will see more of them as the summer wears on.  It's a treat!