8/16/2022 10:29 AM
As I sit here now writing this missive, which soon shall be a reflection, a hawk has brought chaos and strife to my merry bunch of resident birds and squirrels. I knew that something was amiss even though I sit with my back to the window for I heard the voices of my feathered residents change dramatically.
As I rose from my chair and went to the window overlooking the gardens I suspected a hawk to be present but did not at first see one. My sight scanned the greater yard space and then I noted movement to the right of my gaze. As I reaffixed my sight to a space directly in front of me, overlooking the feeders, I then noted the hawk perched on the fence directly over the bush that is home to many of my tiny companions.
The frantic chirps of my daily companions, in current time with my typing, have now quieted though I am unsure as to if it is due to the hawk taking leave or if they have fallen silent in fear. I suspect the former as I now hear normal birdsong beginning to arise once again to adjoin the buzz of locusts so prevalent in the August swelter.
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Into the Mystic 