I have always said that my kitties were way more famous than me. I’ve had people comment on my medium articles and on Instagram that they recognized that it was my post because of the kitty in the picture.

If you’ve been reading my hawk tales of late, you’ll know that I’ve been following “Andromeda, Alonso” and “Elena” while on my mountain bike rides through the hills of Southern California and in my own backyard.

I’ve always loved nature photography (and birds in particular), but I’ve never wanted to…

“Hi, I’m Elena. I’m the neighborhood hawk. I live here with my lover, Antonio.

You might have met my cousin, Andromeda, and her mate, Alonso, last week.

The air shivered with crows,
black silhouettes inked
against the bleeding sky.

Roosting for the night.

A moist thing gathered,
draping, like a shawl,
around my shoulders.

And I was one, unified, with
the spike of feather, the slice
of beak, the sharp edge of
twilight. The absence of time.

…

I know that many of you, especially in colder climes, are awaiting the blooming of amaryllis bulbs in your kitchen windows or sunny indoor spots. These bulbs always make an appearance around the holidays — they are a way to bring a little brightness into the house during the long…

I hear them all day long. From my desk. From my yoga room. From my kitchen sink. Red-Shouldered Hawks.

It’s a weird keee-yah-type screech. And it’s a different call in California than it is on Florida. For the twenty-or-so years we have lived in this house, we’ve always had at…

Well, once again, I am a tad bit late with my “week in photos,” so it has turned into “a couple of weeks in photos.” I tell myself that this just means that I am living life though, which I think is a good thing. …

While on an evening walk through my neighborhood yesterday, I crested a hill and had to stop to catch my breath because the sunset peeking through the trees was so utterly spectacular. …