I finally saw our neighborhood's new baby hawks this morning.
I heard about them over the weekend, and Lissa and I went looking for them Sunday evening but couldn't find them. We knew they were in one of the big elm trees at the park, and were pretty sure which one, but couldn't find the nest. We've seen the mama in a nearby pine tree keeping watch, but no luck with the babies.
So on my morning bike rides this week I've added an extra loop around the park every day, looking for our neighbor Lynn, who has been watching them. This morning I caught up with her on her morning walk, and she showed me the nest.
It's way up in the tree, so I need to come back with binoculars. But I could see little moving baby hawk heads poking up over the top of it, and mama, ever vigilant, standing watch. Lynn calls her Henrietta.