Since before Christmas, this feathery fellow has decided to adopt us. He is a Harris Hawk, a bird usually known for hunting in groups of at least three. This guy, however, for one reason or another, has been ostracized from his ilk and, seeing the assortment of critters already welcome here, has moved in (or up as it is… to that deluxe rooftop deck in the sky).
I often see him pensively staring into the distance, perhaps wondering how he has come to be alone in this world or maybe reliving the circumstances that have brought him this solitude.
Our comings and goings don’t ruffle his feathers (pun intended). Instead, he just watches us from on high as we take out the trash, head to the store, or walk the ½ mile to the mailbox. He’s at one with himself, composed, and Zen-like. I imagine any day now he is going to call me “Grasshopper,” or at the least instruct me to “Wax on, wax off.”
I welcome our Harris Hawk. He serves as a more-than-worthy mascot for Rancho Laurena, a noble diamond in our cactus-filled rough and, through his sky-high presence, he lifts us all that much closer to him.