by Nona Estrin
Walking the path south of our yard, to see a broad-winged hawk nest, I’m noticing something curious. I’ve seen it before, but for how long? Occasional tufts of dried maple leaves are here and there. They’ve been pulled together and partly down into a worm-sized hole! This and the mid-May snow … how strange. At the nest, still visible before the leaves come out completely, there’s the familiar form of the female, sitting tight, only her head showing as she starts the long process of brooding, even as it snows lightly.