I'm on the top floor of a hotel where the corridor has a glass roof. When I came in this afternoon shadows swirled on the carpet ahead of me. Looked up, and what did I see? Two crows dive-bombing a hawk. The hawk was perched on the mast, maybe ten feet high, that holds the airplane warning light. The crows wanted him gone, but he wasn't leaving. I stood staring up, watching the crows alternate swooping down on this hawk, always from the back, never getting near his beak, for what must have been fifteen minutes. Neither crow dared actually touch the hawk, and short of that happening, he couldn't have cared less. Didn't even ruffle his wings at them.

Tomorrow, I'm going to an actual nature preserve, to see what else is going on.