Posted on March 17, 2004 in Creatures
Enroute to the Cafe Writers (to which no one shows these days), three large birds flew directly across my path and into the pine trees on the knoll overlooking Aliso Creek Road. A red-tailed hawk attempted to settle down atop one of the long-leafs. Two crows swirled about him, pecking. For a second, I saw him spread his wings and then dive, into the blue, behind the trees.