The hawk sits on the pole and watches. He survives on his patience and
the eyes that see all. The north wind blows through his feathers. The
two are as one. He listens to the wind as it speaks nature’s words.
And the wind listens to the hawk when it speaks from the trees and the
sky. But right now the hawk is listening to all things. He is watching
all things, for he is on the hunt. After time the hawk sees his prey in
the distance. A small bird is flying solo heading east toward a farmhouse.
The hawk springs from the pole with its wings out he dives after the small
bird. With tremendous power in his wings he gains on the bird in seconds.
The little bird’s instincts start flashing red flags in his soul.
Death is approaching he can feel it in his bones. He sees his only hope
ahead, a red barn. The hawk swoops down for the kill, but the young bird
is wise for its age. The hawk gets closer and lunges with its talons.
Right before the talon’s sink into the small bird’s body he
turns right and goes through the slats in the fence before the barn. The
hawk has to slow and glide over the fence. The maneuver works as the bird
darts into the darkness of the barn. The hawk turns to the left and leaves
the bird to live another day. He is wise to, he will not go into the barn.
He flies back to the pole and waits again.
Daily I drive down the country road to the place I work. And daily I
see the hawk
sitting up on the pole looking out into the field. He never looks at the
road or the vehicles going by. Only out into the fields. He never sits
near the cornfields or the high vegetation. He sits where the spaces are
wide-open. He is one of God’s awesome creations. Nothing can hurt
him except man. I drive by and I’m in awe of his strong beauty.
A week or so later after work I put the waders on and fish the river with
my brother. We pack it up early and there’s still another hour of
daylight left. I drive down the road that leads to work, but now I’m
heading home. In the distance I see the hawk flying from the field and
landing on the telephone pole. I have my camera with me on this night.
I want to get a good picture of this hawk. Across the street from the
pole I see an old dirt road that leads to a worn down weathered barn.
I pull in and park the truck and grab my camera and get out. I walk to
the road and look both ways, there is no traffic for miles. He turns and
watches me now as I’m on the other side of the road. I am making
him nerves being this close. But I didn’t think of that until later.
All I cared about was getting close and getting some pictures.
I slowly cross the street to the pole. He started screeching looking
down at me from the top of the tall pole. I thought to myself “this
is so cool.” I pulled the camera up to my eye and just started clicking
away. He screeches louder at me this time and with a quick burst he flies
to the next telephone pole. As he flew by I held the shutter
Button down to get as many pictures as I could. I ran across the street
and jumped into my truck and drove to the next telephone pole. With still
no traffic in sight I stop in the middle of the road. Hanging out of the
drivers’ side window I point the camera up at him. I pull the camera
from my face and the hawk and me look eye to eye. I realize I’m
looking at one of God’s awesome creations. In his eyes I was the
power of his greatness. Then he started screeching at me again. But this
time I heard great pain in his powerful voice. He looked down at me and
screeched his loudest this time. He opened his wings and flew off toward
the west into the sunset. I pulled away and was at first in awe at what
had just happened. But I also pulled away with great guilt in my heart.
I realized I have just invaded his space and his hunting grounds. He was
telling me I was not welcome, that I need to leave. But I did not listen,
I only thought of my own personal gain. I never thought once of his loss.
As I drove down that country road back to town I put the camera back in
the bag. The next day I looked at all the pictures of the hawk. I deleted
them all and knew it was the right thing to do.
To this day I still think of the hawk and our short meeting. In the
mornings and evenings I see hawks on the poles. I sometimes wonder if
he is one of the hawks up there. I am a little wiser now because of the
hawk. I think to myself how wise is that hawk? Then I remember his piercing
eyes. And his voice that reaches into the heart. I know he is one of the
wisest animals created by God.