Late this morning – a beautiful cool, sunny, spring-like morning with a quilt of white clouds slowly drifting from west to east across a blue sky – two Red-shouldered Hawks flew into the top of a pine tree on the edge of our yard, calling a squeaking eee-er, eee-er a couple of times as they arrived. They perched close together there for a couple of minutes, a little unsteady among the pine needles, looking around, one slightly lower than the other. Then they flew together, staying close, dropping down on open wings and gliding up and over the tops of the trees in the woods across the street.