I went out and about, including to the library. I met Mom there. I got more books about Deaf history and culture, and some sign language books. We went to the grocery store after that. It was a productive trip all around.
While we were having lunch at home, Mom spotted a large bird sitting on a dead tree limb. It was a hawk. It had striated brown color on its white front, so it may have been a juvenile. I'll have to look in my bird books for what kind. It was preening. I went to get my camera, but it flew away before I got back. Usually the crows in the neighborhood mob hawks and owls, but I haven't seen a murder of crows in our yard or in the trees in the neighbors' yard across the street for a while.
A few hours later: I looked in my bird books for a hawk with a small brown head with stripes by the eyes, brown wings, a white front with brown streaks, and long yellow legs. It actually looked like the picture of the red-tailed hawk. It was definitely bigger than a crow.
Mom and I picked up dinner at our favorite local Italian restaurant. Mom wanted to save my gift card for her birthday dinner.
Later than that: I chatted a little with A.W. I read about Deaf history and practiced sign language.