The difference between seeing someone’s normal state and their best one is actually quite substantial. I think that’s another reason my fascination with hawks continues.
On many occasions I find myself wandering down a grid road trying my best to mind the business of every wild creature I can find. There’s often the usual cast of characters in every slough, starting with coots and a surprising number of duck species. They are nice and all but that’s not why I go out.
At the top of my list there is always the same creature – hawks. Until bears start wandering near my home, the hawks have that spot all to themselves. My fondness for these predators may have a lot to do with the fact that they are not after me.
It occurred to me the other day that hawks have something else going for them. Last fall I found a hawk at the edge of the road and was quite excited, as is my custom. But looking at the resulting photo objectively, it’s well … nice, only nice. Hardly the stuff of inspiration!
I waited for the hawk to fly off as is their custom. This usually happens when I stop looking for a second to scratch my nose, but this time was different. I caught the hawk flying low over the road. Now there was some excitement!
Unfurl those wings and the hawk is transformed. The difference is what keeps me coming back.
Now if I could just figure out a joke for a hawk crossing a road …