I was out early this morning looking over limbs that were blown down in my yard from yesterday's 6:30 p.m. storm and to asses damages. We got a few really large limbs -- even one in my driveway which fell across our car but only broke the mirror off the Honda Accord. The best part of the storm was that Carolyn and I were out to dinner with Rick Knight and Mike Poe at the peak of its furry. Cooper's Hawk came out quickly today on my arrival in her domain and was cackling loudly. Her voice filled the woods. This is the first time I've heard the typical voice of the species from her. I checked the tall White Pine nest tree but could see no problems. Everything appears in order. Her nest is so high there is little that could strike the nest and from above. Maybe she is a little unsettled from the changes in her usually landscape and tree crowns. She again perched on the large dead limb she was resting on when I discovered her nest tree last Tuesday while I was talking on the phone with Mike Poe. She otherwise remained calm and watched me as I walked about the driveway. I feel fortunate that I apparently now know where one of her favorite, if not most preferred, perches is located and that it is in full and easy view from the driveway entrance to our house. There is a certain warm and fuzzy feeling from knowing she chose our yard to nest and has grown accustom to us. There are so many trees down in the Bristol area that my tree guy can't get to us until next week. Other than my car hidden under the leaves of the big limb, it will only be an eyesore for a few days --- nothing more and nothing less. When I get a chance, I'll inspect the area below her nest tree and hope I find no casualties or fatalities from her nest. All of this reminds me of the storm that tore up this and that around the yard of Ed and Michelle Talbott near Grundy, a couple of years ago. Strange how you remember friends during these small and minor events. People in the Midwest can tell you about big and major damage. Mercy! Bless them all. Let's go birding...... Wallace Coffey Bristol, TN