I was walking along at the celery bog the other day when I came upon a bush full of birds; mostly finches and sparrows, I’d say. They were laughing, chatting and carrying on like bushes full of birds do, and that struck me as a little strange since there was a Cooper’s Hawk in the tree directly above them. Ahh, I see now, it’s the juvenile we saw in this very spot a few months ago. He must not be a very good hunter yet because these birds could not have cared less about his presence. A sparrow even looked at me, one wing tip pointing at the hawk, the other pointed at his head in a circular motion, and said, Cuckoo, cuckoo!