Hawks

Just as I was nearing the door into work this morning, a bird calls out, like a squeaky toy. I look back and see a mess of crows separating outward in flight, and one bird shoots forward, then a second into the chestnuts.  The squeaking calls continue, one to the other, as one flies further off, and one remains.  I don't get a good look, it's high up in the leaves.  Either Cooper's Hawks (Accipiter cooperii) or Sharp-Shinned Hawks (Accipiter striatus.)  I'm going with the former from listening to the calls of both, and they are common enough around here.  Don't usually have the pleasure of seeing more than one though.  I wonder if they are nesting here?

At lunch I wander to find somewhere to sit in the shade, find a nice patch of clover.  Above me, two hummingbirds chirp aggressively for almost the whole duration.  Walking to the library to drop off a play, I hear a gull cry out and look up to see it chase a bald eagle above me, a crow close behind, but quiet, all of it rather languid: it's almost 90 degrees out.

Think this calls for ruling out weeding tonight.  Too warm for me.