The other day as I was leaving work, some crows in a tree above my head were going crazy. There must have been at least 4 of them and they were hopping up and down on the branches and cawing like crazy. I looked a little closer and there, nestled among the branches, was a hawk. A BIG hawk.
The crows must have finally gotten to him (her?) because all of a sudden, the hawk took off. It wasn't very high up in a tree to start with and when it took flight, it felt like it swooped right over my head. I might have even ducked. I was near the bus stop on campus, which was crowded with students. Do you know that not one single person looked up to watch the drama that was being played out above our heads?
Since then I've seen the hawk three times. I don't think he's necessarily my spirit guide, like Sarah's (though I *love* the idea of this). I mean, nothing super awesome has happened after I've seen him. I just love the fact that this hawk, this beautiful animal, has made his home on North Campus. I love this little bit of nature in the middle of town. Hawks are probably tied with owls as my favorite bird and I'm thrilled every time I see him.
This morning it was the crows that again tipped me off to his presence. Again, I was the only one who saw him. I wanted to stop and yell out "Look everybody! Look at that beautiful bird. Look at this beautiful world we live in."
In the words of Ferris Bueller, life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
6 years ago