Breakfast With Hawks

breakfast with hawksSeveral days ago I was both startled and delighted to see two young hawks on a eucalyptus tree off my deck. No, I was so enchanted I didn’t even think to take a picture.

Later that same day as I was driving away from my home, one of the youngsters was perched on a low traffic sign. My window was open; I stopped and we looked at each other eye-to-eye for a few moments. I’m not at all sure what happened but it seemed if something had.

Now I’m coming to expect the flying beasts.

Yesterday I tried mimicking their cry. Then I thought to try youtube and found this:

Okay, these aren’t red tails and they certainly aren’t captive, and they aren’t screaming like that at all, but when I pushed the volume up it seemed my buddies at least listened.

This morning I thought I’d missed them. Instead, when I took my cereal onto the deck, there they were, this time on a wire off to the right.

Again I mimicked their sound and this time one of them seemed to be responding. I’d cry, he would cry back, back and forth until she tired of the game and headed for a tree.

When I take time to look, to see, to be with the hawks, or the smaller birds, or just with the stillness of the breeze, I begin to maybe feel part of the whole.

What a treat. What a blessing.

Thanks for being there,

Anne Wayman

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

Carol July 19, 2010 at 5:21 pm

Beautiful! I did not go to you tube.

annew July 21, 2010 at 2:48 pm

no need to go to youtube, just one of infinite options.

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