Saw a hawk. Then a second.
Now, typically a raptor in the sky will have its wings stretched wide, the very tips splayed a bit, floating high while they watch over their part of the planet, making it look like the easiest thing in the world–no flapflapflap here, that’s crow stuff.
This afternoon, though, we had a good stiff wind straight out of Alaska and plummeting temperatures to match. Brrr. There’d been a flurry of birds at my feeders this morning, clearly aware of what was coming, all trying to get a good meal fast before it got bad; then as Alaska came in, the feathers on one dove were blowing backwards and she was pushed nearly off her feet.
Needing to run to the post office, I sat at a long light. I looked up and watched the scene in the sky.
It suddenly hit me what they looked like: the surfers at the annual Mavericks competition, looking for the biggest waves to ride to shore, as if they were having the times of their lives. And then it occurred to me that if these were young ones, (too far to tell), it was probably their first time experiencing real weather.
The currents events of the day. Rocky or smooth, it was all part of their territory.