Saw something that made such an impression on me.
I was in the park stretching on the 82nd Street bridge when I look up, something I’ve learned to do since nature tends to soar on high, when I see a hawk land on a branch in the tree nearest to me.
They are so ugly they’re beautiful…a combination of Tony Bennett and a girl named Edith I knew in high school before she got her nose fixed. There’s a French word, jolie laide, that applies here meaning ugly beautiful.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a swarm of blue jays swooped in like the feathered cavalry. I tried counting how many there were…fifteen, eighteen, twenty at least surrounding the nest like the mothers of MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving).
Mr. Hawk knew he was outnumbered immediately taking flight.
It got me thinking…lately I’ve been having lots of issues with authority figures. People who have control over something I either want or need. Needless to say, I’m not handling these situations very well. I have two speeds: to come out shooting or bury my big old head in the sand requiring another gear I can’t seem to locate.
Now a hawk has to be a very imposing presence to a small bird, even those with nasty, Napoleonic reputations, but they still saddled up to protect their young.
It reminded me what’s worse than an ugly confrontation is not standing up at all.
It gave me new resolve to deal with those who intimidate for sport removing me from the victim’s role.