Tuesday, March 30, 2010

To Fly, To Hunt...

There are a pair of hawks who soar through the valley that the homestead overlooks. What grace! What beauty! And every once in awhile, from their great heights, with dart like precision, they descend upon their unwary prey in a rushing, sweeping, free-fall. Tonight I'm going to adopt this technique and try and hammer out as much of my chores as possible. Big skies are ahead, indeed. But for now... the hunt.

2 comments:

Jeannie said...

I've been away from the blogging world for awhile.

Glad you're home and safe and sound.

I live next to a regional park and on a rare ocassion I will see an Eagle fly overhead when I'm running in the early morning.

My feet just what to soar and never stop. My heart pumps faster and I feel weightless. I always wish I could fly with them.

TesoriTrovati said...

I am on the hunt myself.
May you soar to new heights, Andrew.
Enjoy the day!
Erin