I’m no Lady Hawk and have no explanation for what happened. The other day I drove up to the home where I had my close encounter with the friendly coyotes. This time I parked my car at the edge of the driveway. I walked around the back of the vehicle and this hawk came flying overhead, screeching loudly. It landed on a tall tree on the opposite side of the road, still screaming, a soulful scream. The only person around, I couldn’t understand what the magnificent bird tried to tell me. Then by the property low wall I spotted what appeared to be remains of a large bird.
A hawk? Its mate? Poor thing.
I don’t know if this is the same couple of hawks that always lived on the old trees on the back of the lot but I had to do something. I found an empty box in my trunk, used some tissues to collect the feathers and such, put everything in the box. Waved at the crying hawk and left, taking the box with me. That was about as much respect I could show.
I went back two days later to meet a client. We stood next to the mailbox, here comes the screaming bird, plops itself on the light pole above us and screeches the whole time. It broke my heart. Maybe he hoped I’d return a healed bird?
And the story continued.
The last time I went back, alone, I got out of the car, headed to the trunk. Out of nowhere comes this huge bird and practically dives straight toward me. It came so close to my head I could see the different colors of the feathers under its wings. And then just as quickly it flew off with a long screech…
Maybe its way of saying thank you and goodbye???
What do you think?