Out along the farmer's fields, it's a cozy 38•, the air stilled, and still cooler, from the snow all around. Snow somewhat downsized from the relentless rains, interspersed with ice and hard crust, as the warm day makes inroads into softening the compacted flakes that lie beneath.
No matter where I wail the ball, his nails catch well, as he thunders and leaps across the sleeping remnants of corn.
I trudge along the sides, avoiding ice, falling through over and over , as I catch sight of crystal clear blue beneath the incoming cloud cover.
We near the river, now clear of ice floes, as I stop and watch the buttery white underbelly of a resident adolescent Broadwing Hawk glide by without a sound, without a wing's movement , to alight upon a tree.
Here I am watching, when a second soft bellied downy Broadwing flies overhead, and lands next to the first, and now, there they remain , doing their hawk 'getting to know you ' language.
Imagine,
if they hit it off, the instincts propelling them to mate mid-air, while
catapulting to the ground. I wonder if it's something they remember their whole
lives, and think back on, when old and beyond all that .
Another bird keens, loudly. The two adolescents and I turn, to see a Bald Eagle, nothing short of enormous. Majestic. Circling slowly above us, then turning and soaring off to the river.
As the day continues on, as days tend to do. As the adolescents chirp and call to each other , and I leave them to it. In this peaceful enclave, a time and place apart.
Another bird keens, loudly. The two adolescents and I turn, to see a Bald Eagle, nothing short of enormous. Majestic. Circling slowly above us, then turning and soaring off to the river.
As the day continues on, as days tend to do. As the adolescents chirp and call to each other , and I leave them to it. In this peaceful enclave, a time and place apart.
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