While sitting in my family room, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, something large fly by. It can’t be! I thought to myself.
Jumping from the sofa, I ran to the window to see if I was right — and I was.
The local hawk is back. With wings spread wide, he flew to a nearby tree and perched himself there just long enough for me to give him a 5 second stare. Then he flew away.
A bittersweet sign of spring. Why, you ask?
Well, at a December neighbor gathering, I found out that this beautiful creature has been helping himself to the small birds, i.e. eating them. This explains why we had so few birds last year.
I take comfort in the fact that the hawk also eats the field mice.
Do you suppose everything in life has a silver lining?