Yesterday, after a very busy morning, I heard a young red tail hawk calling in the stand of cottonwoods on the north side of our property. I thought,”May be a good time to see this youngster.” So, I walked back through the sage and damp ground from recent rains. The calls were regular and distinctive and I could hone in on the sound. As I entered under the long arms of the cottonwood I saw one of the parents, who saw me at the same time, and flew off closer to it’s offspring, which I couldn’t yet see, so I said a few rounds of Thank You’s, and meandered down closer to the tree trunks. I walked carefully, quietly, respectfully, and as I came around the bottom of one of the old trees, I felt something on my right, and as I turned, there on the ground, was the other parent hawk. She was less than four feet from my face, above me on the hillside. She must have heard me coming all that time, but sat there silently. I said, “Whoa!” in surprise, then she flew directly at me, with a calm undisturbed grace. I instinctively turned away and covered my head and face with my right arm, fully expecting her to flap me like a mad hen. Instead, she flew over my head, and I could feel the draft of her wings as she made her exit. Wow! My heart was beating and adrenaline poured through me, making me pant and gasp with relief and amazement. Wow. Just wow.
I guess it’s fair to say that Power stalked me, instead of the other way around. More like an ambush, really. She could have left easily before I got there, and I would have never even seen her. I’m still integrating this experience, and am humbled yet again by the magnificence of Mama Nature and all Her Children.