I went for a brief walk down to the wetlands behind our house. As I got close to the scrub woods a hawk flew up out of the trees, a big-red tailed hawk. The hawk flew a little ahead of me, landed in a tree and watched me. When I got closer, it took off again, but it paralleled me through the woods. At one point, I stopped. It stopped. I talked to it. I asked if it was the hawk I met a few years ago, on his/her first flight, when he/she almost crashed in my yard. Or was it related to that hawk? The bird looked at me. Then it called out, an odd sort of chatter, while still looking at me. Then it flew away. What did it tell me? I don’t know, but I would love to go walking with it again.
