He looks pretty relaxed these days. Now to find him some quarry....
The next is from another life, forty- some years ago, when I lived in the January Hills, ate roadkill, and edited a journal of Renaissance studies. That's Cinammon, one of the two best hawks I have ever had, stolen from me not once but twice.
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