Peregrine Falcons show the value of our south-most hawk count. I gained the second floor of the campground bath-and-shower building with a minimum of huff and only a trace of puff. Back in my day, I was known to double-time it up to the North Lookoutat Hawk Mountain, so it's hard to admit that a mere flight of stairs (taken hurriedly) is now enough to make me winded. "Hello," I said to the back of Rafael Antonio Galvez, hawk counter at Curry Hammock State Park. "You made it," he said, smiling. Immediately, a question from another visitor and the spotting scope-torturing efforts of Boy Scout Troop 914, who were, likewise, in attendance, quickly claimed the thirty-something-year-old's attention.