August 5, 2018: Hawk Talk

"I will not be clapped in a hood, 

Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist, 

Now I have learnt to be proud 

Hovering over the wood 

In the broken mist 

Or tumbling cloud.”

WB Yeats: The Hawk


Across the lane Saturday morning, a cacophony of smaller bird chatter announced the presence of The Hawk, acting vague, and pretending to be interested in nothing more than a spot to rest.

Robins, jays, crows, even a hummer dive bombed him to make clear their xenophobia, at least toward raptors.

 © Philip Knight 2018