March 27: Disaster Strikes!
As I left the house this morning, I saw tree landscape trucks working on the far side of the canal. No problem, I thought, since tree trimming had been done weeks earlier on our side of the canal. They’re just working on the next part. Right? Wrong!
When I returned in the afternoon, they were just finishing up. The hawks’ courtship cypress tree was gone! Sheared off at the ground! The landscape trucks and a wood chipper were parked right beside the hawks’ nest tree. The whining, grinding wood chipper was just finishing the last limbs of the cypress tree. And Henrietta and Rufous were gone!
I sought out the head tree cutter-man and let him have a piece of my mind. I told him the hawks were protected, and he said, “We haven’t touched their tree.” Didn’t care. Didn’t bother. He told me red-tailed hawks had eaten two of his dogs! What a jerk! I turned on my heel and shouted, “Progress!” over my shoulder.
Where are Rufous and Henrietta? Will they return? Why would they?