Hawk
- w listopad 22nd, 2008 :: Linki
Today was a run, run, run day, but when I pulled into the driveway to stop at home for a few minutes before rushing out again, I saw one of these guys flying from the lawn (where I am guessing that he found one of the tasty voles that Max is always hunting) to a tree in the yard. I had to stop and just look at him, and look and look. Glorious.
Mine looked so arresting against the cold November sky, regal on his branch and absolutely uninterested in my admiring babbles from the driveway (”Well HELLO there! Aren’t you a gorgeous creature? Thank you for coming so near so I can see you.” Hawk: “Yadda yadda yadda, lady. PREY…PREY… PREY.”).