Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Outside the office window, the hawk lands on the fence and looks for someone to eat.
When they get in fights they squeak loudly.
Hawk.
When it isn't around, the little ground squirrels scamper around. I'll be working away, thinking about broken dishes and bottles and trying to figure out what they mean, and the sudden movement catches my eye.
Baby ground squirrel.
Sometimes there will be two of them, fighting over the mesquite pods that have been shed from the trees.
This one is a female.
Nom, nom, nom.
I'm hoping the hawk doesn't eat the little ones playing outside my window. There are certainly enough of them that get hit by cars (they run out into the road very stupidly) that the hawk could eat instead.
