Hawk sitting in the rain

One chilly, rainy, Saturday morning in February, the hawk came to sit on my back fence. She calmly looked into my life, as I admired her beauty in the shower. If hawks could talk...well she didn't need to speak, did she? Her very presence said it all. That such a creature even exists, and allows me to observe her, and photograph her, speaks volumes about the wonderful world we live in. Our eyes met; I had to hold my breath. Yes, there is much ugliness and sadness that the media, our friends, our neighbors and the unknown faces we encounter on the streets remind us of daily. But proof that such a peaceful beauty as this remarkable bird-of-prey can still survive, and share her grace with us is a testiment to hope. Thank you Lady Hawk.