So I lamented that the hawk hadn’t come up to the picnic table to say hi up close since we’d cut down and replaced the trees on the side.
Well, why hadn’t I said I’d been missing him? And so suddenly there he was. Perched on the back of the chair, all but waving a talon hi on the other side of the window as we took in each other’s presence on this fine warm (91 degree) day. He fluffed out his feathers.
I loved how he was framed by five, soon to be six blooming amaryllises; he started craning his head around and–if I’d only had my camera!–looked straight up into a deep red one bowed down just above his face.
When he was ready to go, he turned and lightened the load as birds often do before lifting off.
And the Red Lion will bloom a little brighter next year for it.
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OK, this is too much. I believe you are capable of just about anything, but getting a hawk to fertilize your amaryllis? Incredible!
Comment by twinsetellen 04.18.15 @ 6:46 pmLeave a comment
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