Events that happen to us become the threads of our life. We can either leave them as a tangled mess or artfully weave them into the tapestry of our life.
I'm not an expert in birds of prey, but I believe this is a fledgling Swainson's hawk. It was hanging out behind the air conditioner trying to keep cool in the heat. I spritzed with with water and gave it a bowl of water to drink. :-)
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