Not much, just someone boiling up out of the nest and down the tree just before sunrise. The problem is, as sunrise gets earlier, "just before sunrise" gets a touch problematic. For me to observe, I mean, not for Squirrely, Squeeze, and Stranger. Anyway, I'm glad I saw whoever it was (probably Squirrely, he's usually first). I hadn't seen a single sign of any of them in the yard in a week, and I was beginning to worry. Thought maybe Hawkface had scared our intrepid pair -- or trio, I'm still not sure -- into some other yard. Not so, apparently. For those of you who tuned in late, Hawkface is a young red-tailed hawk who sat on the back fence and ripped a pigeon to lunchmeat a few weeks ago. And Hawkface, it turns out, is probably Pip, the daughter of Bobby and the late Violet, whose nest outside the NYU president's office is the subject of a lot of Peeping-Tom camera work. Meanwhile, we also have three mourning doves back here now. We had them for years, then the last few years, not. Glad they're back. And a female cardinal, chipping like crazy, who may yet find a mate now that she's got territory; and more robins than anybody needs.