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visited by an omen
Dec. 25th, 2012 07:03 pmYesterday, my mom and I went out to buy supplies to make a painted stained glass window for our bathroom. It was a joyous occasion, and we'd planned to end the shopping trip with lunch at Whole Foods buffet, a treat mom and I have both eyed, but never tried. However, we weren't expecting the Whole Foods to be packed (yes, we're neither of us big shoppers) so we went to the local Vietnamese pho place instead.
When we drove up into the driveway, I stopped the car and stared. "Oh my god, look at that hawk!" I said.
Mom turned and visibly started.
There, in the middle of our yard, was a great big hawk.
I've seen hawks before, sometimes quit close, but never one so huge. What was especially striking, however, was its fetching leg-warmer feathers. Fuzzy fuzzy legwarmers all the way down to its tootsie toes. Great big regal bird, absurd little 80s leg-fashion.
After allowing us to stare upon its beauty for a bit, it leaped into the air, beating its great wings. In its talons it held a squirrel who had perished by car that morning, but which was probably still 'fresh' because it is so freaking cold here.
When I say the hawk was big, I mean it was huge. Ginormous. Nearly eagle-sized.
It felt like being visited by an omen, and that is how I am taking it. After considerable thought, I have decided that the hawk brought me a message of plenty even in winter, of using that which would otherwise be of waste, of not needing to strive so hard, but to accept the bounty that is here. That while the squirrel might be sad to have perished, it would probably just as soon its earthly shell went to good use.
Also, being a librarian, I felt the urge to rush out and figure out what sort of hawk it was, since it was sure as heck not our usual peregrine falcon, lovely as those are.
I'm pretty sure we were visited by a Ferruginous Hawk. Not only did our hawk have the light colored body, rusty-red edged wings, and bright v under the tail, it was also huge and 'booted'. There are only two booted hawks in North America--booted being the fancy hawkish term for 'wearing adorable feathery leg warmers to the piggie-toes'.
Ahem.
May you have a year of plenty, of food even on one of the darkest days of the year, and if nothing else, may you have the most adorable piggy-wiggy fuzzy feets in existence.
When we drove up into the driveway, I stopped the car and stared. "Oh my god, look at that hawk!" I said.
Mom turned and visibly started.
There, in the middle of our yard, was a great big hawk.
I've seen hawks before, sometimes quit close, but never one so huge. What was especially striking, however, was its fetching leg-warmer feathers. Fuzzy fuzzy legwarmers all the way down to its tootsie toes. Great big regal bird, absurd little 80s leg-fashion.
After allowing us to stare upon its beauty for a bit, it leaped into the air, beating its great wings. In its talons it held a squirrel who had perished by car that morning, but which was probably still 'fresh' because it is so freaking cold here.
When I say the hawk was big, I mean it was huge. Ginormous. Nearly eagle-sized.
It felt like being visited by an omen, and that is how I am taking it. After considerable thought, I have decided that the hawk brought me a message of plenty even in winter, of using that which would otherwise be of waste, of not needing to strive so hard, but to accept the bounty that is here. That while the squirrel might be sad to have perished, it would probably just as soon its earthly shell went to good use.
Also, being a librarian, I felt the urge to rush out and figure out what sort of hawk it was, since it was sure as heck not our usual peregrine falcon, lovely as those are.
I'm pretty sure we were visited by a Ferruginous Hawk. Not only did our hawk have the light colored body, rusty-red edged wings, and bright v under the tail, it was also huge and 'booted'. There are only two booted hawks in North America--booted being the fancy hawkish term for 'wearing adorable feathery leg warmers to the piggie-toes'.
Ahem.
May you have a year of plenty, of food even on one of the darkest days of the year, and if nothing else, may you have the most adorable piggy-wiggy fuzzy feets in existence.