The hawks have been causing quite the commotion in the neighborhood this year, with a ready food source thanks to the proliferation of chipmunks, squirrels and other woodland creatures in the vicinity. They are bold, noble, somewhat terrifying creatures, and their cries cut through the sunniest summer day. (Sometimes in the winter too.)
Though they make a ruckus, I’m coming to find comfort in their presence. They remind me that there is more wild in the world than order. The untamed. The unbound. The ones that fly free, high away from human contact. There is wisdom in that given what we as humans have been known to do.
And woe to the bunnies that let down their guard against such majesty.
