Misty morning brightened by mourning dove and robin bird songs. Two immature redtail hawks fly to and from white oak to tall douglas firs, screeching to and fro. The haunting sounds echo through Clear Creek valley. I stand outside to watch their graceful movements and listen to their sounds. Afternoon while weeding, I hear cawing crows chasing one redtail away from its nest in the tall evergreens across the street. Meanwhile in the lower altitude flight paths, yellow finches chirp and tweet as they take turns at the thistle and sunflower seed feeders. Male and female grosbeaks appear at the front feeder and along the ground underneath.