Every Monday I make my weekly pilgrimage to the farm. To say hi, to catch up, and to see my family. This time of year the mornings are usually bright, sunny, and heating up, but not this one. A storm had decided to linger on through the morning, keeping the rain and fog close at hand.
As I tuned to go down the driveway I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, a hawk (well I think its a hawk). A young one too, as its colors are still coming in. He looked a bit out of sorts, a little messy. I put my car in park and reached for my camera, luckily he stayed right where he/she was. I've noticed that young birds of prey like these have not acquired the quick to fly instinct of their parents just yet, in fact it felt like this bird was just as curious about me as I was of him/her.
He/she must have gotten wet in the storm, and was preening itself, doing its best to put every feather back in its place.
I was so excited to see this, that I almost didn't notice another lovely sight to my left, another hawk. This beautiful, smaller hawk was obviously a bit more experienced. He/she was already groomed, and waiting for its next meal. Oddly enough though, this one wasn't skittish either...
... perhaps the unusual summer morning had made them as foggy as the clouds around them... whatever the cause for this moment, I'm glad I happened into it.
~ Jordan
P.S. I would love to know the types of hawks these are, anyone out there have an idea? Let us know in the comments section below!
P.P.S. We have a winner in our Midsummer Reading giveaway! The winner is Kayla who said:
"I loved these books as a kid! I can't wait to read them to my children."
Thank you to everyone who participated!
* Last time in Barn Stories: Too Close
