Yesterday, I came upon a red-tailed hawk sitting in a tree. She was about 60 feet from the ground, on a branch in full view, looking as if she couldn’t quite decide what to have for lunch, a neighbor’s cat or the anthropologist gazing witlessly up at her.
It was a thrilling experience…and a terrifying one. Up close, there was no mistaking that this raptor was a killing machine.
I was joined by an attractive woman who was out walking her two dogs. I pointed out the hawk and she assumed her best "Polly wanna a cracker" tone and said to the hawk, "squawk! who’s a beautiful birdie, squawk!."
Zut alors! She was hailing a magnificent, alarming bird of prey with an imitation of Elmer Fund talking to a parrot. No…I can’t imagine either…