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A hawk in the park

There's a hawk in the Cypress Grove Park that's been popping back and forth for the last hour. Sometimes he's on the post be the bridge, sometimes he's on the ground, poking for bugs or lizards. Then he'll pop over to the post in front of me for a little bit, then hang in the tree for a while. He's a fascinating little guy. Clearly, I'm not the only one who thinks so because some millennials just came over and spooked him with their camera and imposing presence.






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