As long as I can touch I can relax.

So we’re doing better. After a week of looking after the hurt one my not so reliable knees gave out and one of the daughters had to take her for the X-ray and the prognosis. Which were both excellent. She’s healing fast. As she predicted she would.

Thought we could share one of her tonics.

We’re city folk.

The red tailed hawks at the Franklin Institute are scrutinized more closely than the IRS watches conservatives. The missus has been observing their babies for years on the “Bobble Cam.” She loves it most when the bobbles start “wingercizing,”getting ready to fly.

I’m not ever going to fly. I’m just keeping mom off my back.

She likes it especially now, given that she’s flying on one wing herself. But even she was startled to discover, just like the IRS, that sometimes the watched are also watching the watchers.

You see me, I see you.

We’re good. My legs are back. And she’s back to getting cross when I tease her. Nest righted. Hawks on the wing again.