Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Could have knocked me over with a feather.

...and almost did! What a rush! This morning, on Highland and Sycamore (where that beautiful, arts and crafts green slate church is located), heard a ruckus in and around a tree. Suddenly *whoosh* comes a hawk within inches of me...inches, I say! I've seen these guys up close before, but have never been in one's flight path. The wing span must have been around four feet.

I always marvel at how these animals are programmed from birth to make manoeuvres so complex that only very special men with years of training and extremely expensive equipment can imitate them.

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