Yesterday, while walking
through the forest near my cabin, I watched a hawk fold in midair and drop into
a nearby fir tree, vanishing among the thick bows. A great commotion followed. I heard robins calling frantically from the
tree. A few moments later, the hawk
flapped skyward again, a fledgling robin clutched in its talons. An adult robin chased after the hawk, crying.
The birds soon melted
back into the mountains around me. Nothing
left but the sound of a breeze sifting through the pines and purple lupine
nodding against the green grass below.
Me?
I walked on, a bit
saddened.
Just the same, I am not here to judge hawks.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Darwin's survival of the fittest in action!
ReplyDeleteYes. Sometimes watching the clockworks in action is a bit difficult. But this is it should be.
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