It almost seemed like a deja vu from years gone by with my own late father.
Over the past weekend, my son and I were drawn to watching a pair of hawks that were flying above our Sylvania house and taking perches in the large sweet gum trees in our neighbor’s yard. Apparently I thought their nest is due west across from the house. At least it looks like a hawk’s nest. But there is more to this later.
My fascination of locating hawks in trees and on power lines along the rural byways was sparked during my weekend road trips to Arnold Airport in Croswell, Mich., while I was a youngster in the 1970s. Dad would simply point out, “Hey, look at that hawk.” And throughout the ride up into Michigan’s Thumb country from metropolitan Detroit and back, we would find others. (Thing is now, you also can do the same with bald eagles, which are Michigan and Ohio success stories.)…