RURAL LIVING — NEW MEXICO
A Cooper’s Hawk, a Kestrel, and a Feral Cat walk into a bar
“There’s a hawk.”
“Where?” I’m juggling binoculars and a beer, unsure why my beer is being attacked in mid-January by honeybees.
“On the fence.”
Really, Robert and I aren’t that good at this. Maybe it is because of age or my aphasia…