Another beautiful winter’s morning coffee muses.

Walking out the door this morning I spooked a very large hawk that was sitting in the red oak tree. As he flew low across the neighbor’s yard to land in a pecan in the corner his wingspan was immense. A rusty red head, a white belly with red spots, a truly impressive bird. He’s sitting there still… now gone.

It’s warmer than yesterday, a bit breezy, with high wispy clouds in a mostly blue sky. The birds are active. I just heard a pileated woodpecker down toward the bayou.

Somewhere off in the distance, heavy equipment is working. The sounds carrying, steady with the occasional backup beeper. Scraping sounds of steel on concrete.

Not much more to say today… I guess I’ll wander in and see what state or union is in… since I can’t stand to listen to the man talk…