I took this photo of a Sharp-shinned Hawk outside our kitchen window last winter. Another (or perhaps the same one) is back, but not as bold. I’ve only seen her a couple of times over the past few weeks and am typically aware of her presence only because the other birds have disappeared, or frozen in place.
Wow! As I’m writing – this the hawk just landed on our deck railing about 12’ from where I’m sitting – what a beauty!
The doodle in the top left corner made me think of the photograph. A couple of hours of playing around in the evening and I figured that was it for that particular exercise. The poem “Still Life” just emerged the next morning. Hmmm… not unlike the Sharp-shinned a moment ago.