We're not sure if we have one Cooper's Hawk or two. Either way. Coopy (and maybe Coupette) have been watching me all day, with breaks to do hawk-like things, like sit on the roof, or chase after a small bird. They must have discarded a small deceased rodent in the yard at some point, because a raven came and removed that. I do find this supervision a little pressurizing, as I grapple with these final book stages, rewriting, reordering, anxiously word-counting and counting again, and finding that the picture captions (which aren't the kind of thing one can argue with) are taking up a whole lot more words than I would like them to. It's as though they know that the emphasis of my book is on the non-human natural world, and they feel justified in asserting their presence.
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