I Hear a Flock of Geese Outside.
They sound like they're being strangled. A few weeks back, I saw my first hawk up close. It was perched on a branch somewhere along the Aqueduct Trail up the hill from where I live. It was a big beast. It didn't seem to be in a predatory state of mind. It just sat there on the branch, unperturbed. I had seen hawks circling in the air every time I took a drive out of the city. Now I see them nearly all the year around. Always from a distance. They circle the sky looking for prey, but I never see them swoop down for the kill. Yet here is a great hawk, his grey-brown feathers nearly concealing himself among the bare winter trees. Someone on the trail had pointed her out. I was tempted to take photographs of the hawk, but I didn't want it to fly off in aggravation. The other people on the trail weren't so reluctant. So I can only describe to you in words and not images what I saw. Are the hawks well fed from their diurn...