Small Joy. February 1, 2021

 

I have never read the book, H is for Hawk and I really should as I have always had a love affair with them.  Red-tailed Hawks are the ones that I am most familiar with. There is no mistaking the cry of the males shrill in flight.  I have only ever been able to watch them from a distance in CT, as they flew from treetop to treetop, never close enough to actually stand and observe them close up.  

When I am walking I am in a groove or a place in my head that I sometimes do not even notice that I am about to turn a corner or that I am moving onto a new street.  As looked up this morning, I stopped in my tracks as there in plain sight sitting in a freshly murdered Crepe Myrtle was a pair of red tailed hawks.  Of course, my camera does not do them justice but at least you can see how close I was to them. Here is the burbs of Atlanta, these hawks are everywhere and they are not disturbed in the least by human activity.  I did try to get a closer look and I guess even suburban Hawks have their limits as the pair flew away as I inched closer.  I marvel at how much wildlife I am able to see up close and personal in a suburban versus a rural setting.