Hawk and Crow show

I watched Martin’s hawk this morning. Perched at the top of the rock garden oak, maybe a mile or two from his home. Mocking birds pestered like skeeters on a sweaty back but he didn’t seem to notice them. I’d say from his perch above the ridge running with the Southern rails he could see Atlanta’s skyline. Maybe he’s wondered what it means when the green fields end and the towers begin their slow but steady march. When he noticed my gaze he flew away. He seemed heavy on the wing. Perhaps a bunny breakfast had him a bit sluggish. He lit again not far away, maybe a hundred yards. He flew across the tracks, State 78, on behind the mill and amongst the favored boughs of the local crows in residence. The ire of the black robbers clearly showed in their aerial acrobatics and angry cawing. The mill’s abandoned grounds had provided well in the past. Though the crows tried to claim it, Martin’s hawk generally ignored them. I didn’t see him again but I suppose he slipped away. The angry crows ceased their hectic dance and all was quiet again.


About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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One Response to Hawk and Crow show

  1. Shannon says:

    I can almost see it

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