delightful, and yet
that unmistakable scream
a far away hawk
Walking along the edge of the woods, I heard that unmistakable scream. Faint as it was, I knew it was a redtail hawk. I don’t know why, but it always thrills me and every time I stop, searching the sky hoping to find a hawk soaring high. This one was perched, facing west, at the very top of a far off tree. Several minutes later, circling back on our walk, the hawk hadn’t moved and was still there looking westward. I took his picture.
