Monday, June 23, 2008

• I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers

  There's this totally awesome hawk that hangs around the church.  I saw him early one morning last week.  He was sitting atop a chain link fence in the back and I carefully walked to within 10 ft of him.  He wouldn't look directly at me, kinda looked at me out of the corner of his eye.  All of the sudden, he calmly soared off the fence away from me but he looked back with a face that said, "I just happen to be flying away right now, I'm certainly not leaving because I'm scared of you, Squanto." 

  His expression really did speak that too.  I don't know why he thought I was Native American, but he sure wasn't scared of me.  It was pretty glorious to be that close to him. 

  A day or so later, the hunter and I were out in the Wedding Field and we saw the hawk perched way atop one of the streetlights in the parking lot.  Soon we were able to discern the reason he was hanging around the church.  He must of escaped from the Ft. Worth zoo and he wanted to avenge himself on L17 for feeding him osprey food by mistake.

  Of course, I quickly confronted the birdman about this and he assured me that this was impossible.  He hasn't worked at the zoo in months and he would never feed osprey food to a hawk. 

  You know? Even though L17 is much younger than me, he certainly knows more about birds than I do.  He knows more about birds than you do for that matter.  He is infamous for his wise in his wisdom knowledge of bird facts knowledge.  I believe him.

  But I don't know how to convince the hawk...

  For the time being, I'll continue to adore the hawk from afar and try to protect gary from unwarranted attack.

  And all of those who see me, all who believe in me
  Share in the freedom I feel when I fly
  

  AU~out

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