She was roused from her sleep by her husband. Bird sighting alert! A hawk just landed on their backyard deck. She immediately scrambled out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen window. They did not exchanged word for fear of startling the magnificent bird, both of them impervious to the fact that their house was insulated from the din of the outside world. They stood there in awe, hoping this feathered creature would stay for a little much longer. And it did! He was in for the hunt, looking for his prey amongst the various rodents that create a ruckus at this time of day in the small expanse of green. The territorial cardinal When did this morning ritual of bird watching started, two, three or four months ago? They can not recall, what they remembered were the joys of watching the cadre of sparrows feeding, the brilliant scarlet red of the matured cardinals pe...