This morning I opened the garage door to see a white coating of fresh snow covering the grass and the driveway and the trees. Mentally I had a few choice words to say about this unexpected situation. And then I saw and heard my old friend, the red-shouldered hawk circling above my yard. I listened to the hawk and thought we had a similar reaction to this nasty snow on the ground. I thought he sounded angry. Maybe I was reading too much into it. Listen for yourself.
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