A slain mountain lioness and the cries of young goshawks.
My last evening at Casino Creek ends on an exciting note: I visit Lee, who lives just a few minutes away. She tells me an almost mystical story: In the log cabin Lee purchased with her property, she found, pegged to the wall, the skinned hide of a mountain lioness. Hunting trophy of the previous owner. Lee wants to give the lioness a dignified resting place. To be continued.
In the woods we also hear the cries of young rare goshawks. Lee attracts them with archived cries from an app.
