The upper deck on my house is maybe 30 feet above the ground. Directly across, past the line of fence that separates the lower horse paddock, there is a row of tall cottonwoods. At eye-level from my upper balcony, there is a huge hawks' nest. It is particularly visible this time of year, when the leaves are gone and the hills behind are white with snow. Every year, the same pair of hawks raise their young here. I don't think they've taken any of our chickens. They may have, but I wouldn't care. It's pretty cool to watch them. That's my entry for today's The Gratitude Experiment.