Before the snow this year I was walking in the woods
pretty much daily. I wondered where the hawk(s) had
gone. I had not seen them gliding across the back field,
or at the top of the tree in the way far side yard, or on the
street lamp across the street. Saturday afternoon I came
upon the dead bird. I think it’s the hawk. I went farther on
and when I came out of a clearing a large bird took flight.
It was an owl. They are heavy and don’t fly very far but
this one took flight! I don’t know how the hawk died.
How do hawks die? I don’t know. But I was sad, still the
same. It was a beautiful bird.
