Yesterday, on the return leg of our evening walk. Victoria and I saw a dark thing sticking up from the rail of the fence that lines our driveway.
“What’s that? Is that an owl? Or a hawk? Or….?”
“Can’t be an owl. Must be a hawk. Amazing.”
But the most amazing thing is that neither Victoria, nor I, nor the hawk changed what we were doing. We kept walking, and it kept perching. As we passed, Victoria could have reached out and touched it with a yardstick. Twenty steps later we stopped. I got out my Droid and starting walking toward it taking pictures drawn on by the hope of better shots. I also wanted to see how close I could get before it flew away. At six feet I decided I was close enough and left it in peace.
The next morning it was on a post of the fence on the other side of the driveway as I was driving out.
Here it is at 8:00AM on September 21st. It is three feet from the car window. Why didn’t it fly away? Maybe it’s just that time of year.
This Friday the sun will rise exactly in the east and set due west. I am expecting nothing dramatic. In fact this seems to me the time of year when nothing happens. It’s as if the earth declares a truce, a hiatus between too hot and too cold, a moratorium on hurricanes and earthquakes (even though geologists would disagree). Maybe it’s a good time to put a moratorium on all the things that drive us—things like fear. Maybe it’s a good time to see what it is like simply to wait.
Maybe that is what this red tail hawk has decided. Maybe something inside just said, “Hey, why am I always flying from these humans. I think I’ll just sit here on this fence and watch.”
Thinking of my four wonderful children today, I can see the results of my childrearing and am happy to claim responsibility. However, I can also see that most of what they are today was more the result of their own making. I go around every day acting as if I cause everything. Why don’t I stop and see how little I actually cause.
This week the earth seems to be saying, “Stop where you are and breathe.”