hawk

The last two mornings I've been sitting working on the living room balcony.  Yesterday a hawk flew over, low, her/his pale brown freckled underbelly clearly visible, rising over the dining room roof - and then ten minutes later, back again and into the trees, hotly pursued by about twelve angry finches. Today, s/he stayed fairly high above, circling and circling (she would have been SO welcome to the rabbit that turned up later and was nibbling at my mint leaves).  That chain's one of those things that rain is meant to run down.  Periodically I hang something from it, like some chiles, but that's never a big success.