My daughter, Gigi, and I were in the kitchen last Saturday morning when we spotted a giant hawk landing on our neighbor’s roof. We were a little stunned when it dropped something out of its mouth and we watched in disbelief as a dazed squirrel hobbled through the yard. Needless to say, we both lost our appetite. But, we couldn’t deny that we were in awe at the sheer magnificence of nature right out our suburban window.
Later in the day, at Gigi’s field hockey game, the hawk made another appearance, swooping down and startling the other team’s goalie. (Too bad we missed a scoring opportunity). Then, after dinner, we were taking a drive and spotted him again on another roof in town. Where was a telephoto lens when you needed one? Anyway, I felt like it was a good omen to see this beautiful creature three times in one day. And I couldn’t help thinking what a lucky day it was for that squirrel.
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