A Red Shouldered Hawk has been hanging out in the trees around the perimeter of the property lately. It worries me, because it could attack my poultry. When I see him I go outside and throw the ball for Dutch, reminding the bird that there are dogs about and he should look elsewhere for a meal.
Bohemian Waxwings are migrating through. They travel in flocks, and call out a signature "Scree" song. The travel from fruit tree to fruit tree, eating the old apples or berries with gusto. They are skittish and shy, making it especially sweet if I manage to snap a decent picture or two.