The Determined Harris’s Hawk
This morning’s treat (or should I say, ‘startle’) was two Harris’s hawks that I inadvertently came upon while jogging.
They were nestled down under some trees as I approached, both of them shooting up from their hiding place and each sending me a harsh “irrr” warning. When they didn’t fly away, but circled back around and perched on the telephone pole, I realized I had probably interrupted their hunting.
When I came back down the hill, only one was on the telephone pole – probably acting as a sentry for the other on the ground. They do hunt in pairs or trios, flushing out their prey.
At any rate, their undeterred nature – even with me running by twice AND coming back to take a photo – was admirable. It was actually inspiration for me as I continue along the “becoming-a-published-novelist” path. Undeterred by agent rejections (and some nice nibbles), I say, “Onward to novel No. 2. Onward with the agent search.”