The Other Side of the Creek
We would return again and again over the next six month to watch baby hawks mature in a nest high up a sycamore tree, not far from this very spot where Jay is standing.
I became enraptured with the area and have returned a hundred times this year alone, looking for and finding some clues to its past for human and critter in-habitation. The area was once known as Camptontown, so that’s how I refer to it when sharing the sights there with friends nowadays.
Anyway, it’s a fine memory, so I thought I would now share it with you all. And it’s a great picture of Jay, too.
The pair of hawks that kept us coming back still like the area and will hopefully nest once again there in 2020. So, here’s to the next one hundred visits to the other side of the creek.
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