Get ready for the threes. Three days from now will be April 13, two months since we lost Rosie our cat who was with us since 1998, the year we lost our mother.
It is gusting to 30 knots in Ithaca, NY tonight, and Big Red is on the nest. If Big Red had a fist to shake at the wind, she was shaking it a few minutes ago. She ruffled up and glared at the elements and turned her three eggs and settled back down on them.
For three years I have watched Bobby's nest on the ledge of the Bobst Library at New York University. The New York Times began the nest cam and President Sexton continued the cam for the next two years. This year, however, we are without a nest cam and dependent on hawk watchers from Washington Square Park for news and images of the nest. They tell us that Rosie's eggs will pip in the next couple of weeks. I feel the same way I used to feel when relying on letters from England to the United States for news back in the 60's and 70's, when we had no easy telephone communication. So far away and so long to hear.
Meanwhile, of necessity, I have become a Cornell hawk cam watcher. In the quiet of the night, I see Big Red's back feathers rise and fall as she breathes and broods. I am grateful for the meditation practice, to be able to watch a hawk sleeping on her eggs.
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