West Gate of Babylon

My life in the city.
Sun Feb 8
While walking through the Presidio, a small dog was nervously yelping. Couldn’t tell what was bothering him but then noticed a small hawk, perched atop a light-pole, eyeballing the mutt. It looked like a Sharp-shinned. One of the benifits of living in an urban National Park.

While walking through the Presidio, a small dog was nervously yelping. Couldn’t tell what was bothering him but then noticed a small hawk, perched atop a light-pole, eyeballing the mutt. It looked like a Sharp-shinned.

One of the benifits of living in an urban National Park.