We call the arroyo next to our neighborhood the “wildlife preserve” because it teems with rabbits and roadrunners, the occasional coyote, and now a half dozen Cooper’s hawks. They hang out in the same scraggly tree every morning. They fly low over the brushy landscape like it was hawk heaven. Either the pigeons are smart enough to go elsewhere, or the hawks have been dining on pigeon in great numbers. There are advantages to being at the top of the food chain, especially . . .
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