king of the hill
lording over the airwaves—
the village hawk
That’s the Oreland Hawk. He swaggers as he soars. Neither wind nor rain nor a ‘murder’ of crows deter him. When there are no trees, no problem. His indomitable spirit remains undaunted. He’s someone to look up to.
Earlier in the day I saw the hawk being chased by a pack of crows (a pack of crows is called a ‘murder’ of crows). They were all making a racket surrounding the hawk, who appeared nonchalantly undeterred as he simply kept flying, until the pack broke up and flew off and away.
