Down by the farmers fields, out from the forest came the elegant buttery tan and brown and fluffy snow-white Goshawk, fierce and private and territorial, and soon thereafter came their beautiful mate .
And right after? This year's beloved baby, fluttering along, protected and watched over with such care.
The three of them flying off into the small oasis of trees in the middle of the fields, as the wind picked up and the small snow fell and the sun quietly set.
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