Hawk WalkNovember 2020On days when the weather (and my dog’s temperament) is agreeable, we wal
Hawk WalkNovember 2020On days when the weather (and my dog’s temperament) is agreeable, we walk to a park in our new town of South Norwalk, Connecticut. Dill, bundled in a herringbone check coat that barely covers his bony chihuahua butt, sniffs the same spots he’s sniffed over a dozen times now, and lifts his leg on nearly everything to release the tiniest drop of pee. I look out for red tailed hawks soaring above us. It’s not rare to see them gliding over the hill that we will eventually reach - as soon as Dill stops peeing on everything - but it’s always a thrill to see them doing what they’re born to do: fly and hunt. Occasionally, one lands on a tree branch overlooking the gravel path we’re crunching our way down, and I see it looking at the two of us swaddled in our puffy winter gear. Sometimes the hawk even turns his head and I know he’s keeping us in his sights just as I kept him in mine when he was airborne just a few moments ago. -- source link
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