I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
There is a benefit to hunting trips, besides all the good exercise hiking to and from trailless places you wouldn’t otherwise visit.
That would be in the visiting of said places, the seeing of things you probably wouldn’t otherwise see. Animals like places so rugged and so mundane that hikers do not visit. Flowers bloom in the middle of old clearcuts, and hawks hold station all day over a field full of grouse and ground squirrels.
Safe to say there was a nest there. The Red-tails always give themselves away.
Listened, but could not hear or see, any chicks. Sure you’re correct. When do they hatch?
We saw a couple nests this week that had chicks in them that looked a week or two old. They’re probably a little later up there.
Bedrock & Paradox 
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