“The wooded area is likely a patch of interstitial commons, part of the right of way of the onramps that define it. A zone that would seem tiny, if you took out the trees, but manages to envelop a dimension that exceeds its linear bounds. Two seasons ago, a pair of red-shouldered hawks nested in those trees, and one weekday afternoon I managed to see them on a low branch over the overgrown half-court, confirmation of how little spots of urban cover like that provide precious privacy for wildlife that must eke out an existence in the margins of our dominion.”
