Rabbit rabbit
Jan. 27th, 2009 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dezaI went for a walk last night. Right out my back door is a hill crowned with trees--the few survivors of when the bulldozers came through to create this subdivision. There's a hawk that nests in the poplar tree. The hill isn't very high, and the neighborhood doesn't give off much light pollution so you can get a pretty good view of the stars. It was a little cloudy last night, but I could still see the Dipper, Orion and a few other constellations.
So I was walking under the trees when I heard the hawk call above me. Hawks don't normally call after dark. I looked up, and it was sitting on a branch just above my head, wings mantled, watching me. Naturally, I stopped to see what it would do.
"They're coming," the hawk said.
Well. That was bizarre. I'd like to say hat I stayed cool and had a nice conversation with the bird, but I didn't. I screamed like a little girl and ran inside. Do you blame me?
It's Rabbit Hole Day!
So I was walking under the trees when I heard the hawk call above me. Hawks don't normally call after dark. I looked up, and it was sitting on a branch just above my head, wings mantled, watching me. Naturally, I stopped to see what it would do.
"They're coming," the hawk said.
Well. That was bizarre. I'd like to say hat I stayed cool and had a nice conversation with the bird, but I didn't. I screamed like a little girl and ran inside. Do you blame me?
It's Rabbit Hole Day!
