She glided in this afternoon, just after I had begun to say goodbye to a dear soul friend on the river porch. I blinked back some tears and looked out at the GROW sign. Something was strange. Then the black presence turned sideways and I saw the curved beak. I realized the large red tailed hawk, the one who had cast a shadow over me many times while I gardened, had come to sit in the garden herself.
She brought back memories of the two hawks I had flown three decades ago....Grecia and Sanchos, a huge red tail and a diminutive sparrow hawk, both trained to my fist. Hawks represent power and purpose to me. They always have. I am glad to see the red tail because I need both of those energies. I am glad to see her, too, because her presence signals to me that my urban green space has become suitably wild at last.
