I’m coming off the running track early one morning, when I see a hawk gazing at me from a tree. He’s huge, with talons that look professionally done by a Romanian woman, possibly called Inga.
He’s so homely he’s handsome, like most of the men I know, in full swagger even at rest.
I expect him to take flight when he sees me, but he doesn’t, holding his ground as if to say, sorry baby, but I got here first.
He’s majestic alright and knows it, the Errol Flynn of hawks, the way he preens his feathers, shakes them a bit, to make sure he’s noticed. How could you not…he’s the size of a toddler, solid as a ship.
I know he’s looking for breakfast the way his head keeps circling on a reconnaissance mission to appease his flesh preferred appetite. It’s too bad I can’t interest him in a vegetable, or at least an omelette, inviting him to dine with me to save some creature a grisly fate.
“So Mr. Hawk, I’m just wondering…”
“You can call me Hawk.”
“So Hawk, would you like to come to The Three Guys with me for some eggs…what do ya say? Toast, home fries. I’ll treat.”
He scratches his chin with his index talon before saying,”Ya know, that’s a mighty nice offer, but I have my heart set on a nice rat this morning. You know how it is when you get a craving.”
“Yeah, I sure do,” I say, remembering those Mallomars I had before going to bed.
“Ya know, if you were just a little smaller and not so bony, I could really go for you.”
This is when I pop out of my sick reverie, and hustle on home.
SB
Such a New York-ish hawk.
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Yeah…quite true Monkey, quite true…:)
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Monkey over. Rooster now 😂😃😆
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Funny. All these animals comin out to play.
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😆🙃
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There is a red tail hawk that visits my balcony. He is not tall sort of short and stocky. There is another that I think is a marsh hawk. He is very big but not heavy like the red tail. His feet are as big as Teddy’s head. I have tried to get pictures of them but they are camera shy.
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Love that their feet are as big as Teddy’s head. They’re huge. The basketball players of the bird community. You’re so funny Patricia. I can hear Teddy and Jack laughing from here. Nothing like cats giggling…:)
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When we set out on this journey
There were no doubts in our minds
We set our eyes to the distance
We would find what we would find
We took courage from our numbers
What we sought we did not fear
Sometimes we’d glimpse a shadow falling
The shadow would disappear
But our thoughts kept returning
To something the boy said
As we turned to go
He said you’ll never see our faces again
You’ll be food for a carrion crow
Every step we took today
Our thoughts would always stray
From the wind on the moor so wild
To the words of the captain’s child
Something the boy said
In the circles we made with our fires
We talked of the pale afternoon
The clouds were like dark riders
Flying on the face of the moon
We spoke our fears to the captain
And asked what his son could know
For we would never have marched so far
To be food for a crow
Every step we took today
Our thoughts would always stray
From the wind on the moor so wild
To the words of the captain’s child
Something the boy said
When I awoke this morning
The sun’s eye was red as blood
The stench of burning corpses
Faces in the mud
Am I dead or am I living?
I’m too afraid to care, I’m too afraid to know
I’m too afraid to look behind me
At the feast of the crow
We spoke our fears to the captain
And asked what his son could know
For we would never have marched so far
To be food for a crow
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Are you the author of this poetic passage?
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I wish! Alas, no, it’s one of Sting’s.
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Never heard it before. Pretty cool.
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I love the crows and hawks. We have plenty of both around here.
I’ll be gone for the next couple of weeks on vacation. Didn’t want you to think I was ill or something.
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It’s great you’re going away. I appreciate you telling me and athingirl will miss you. Enjoy yourself…:)
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