Hawks and Doves (Well, Pigeons Anyway)

Speaking of dinner, earlier in the afternoon a hawk was seen eating a pigeon in the back yard! The squirrels were sort of cautiously foraging around the perimeter. Aiee! tried to take a picture for Elizabeth (she particularly likes hawks) and got nothing but the flash on the window glass for the effort.

That flash must have been enough to alert this hawk with its back to me that something was up. For the briefest moment it peered at me over its shoulder with one eye, then, in about three wingbeats, retreated to a neighbor's garage roof at the farthest corner of the yard, carrying the remains of its meal with it, sending the sqirrels skittering to the other side of whatever tree trunk they were each nearest to, and leaving a three by two foot halo of feathers on the grass.

The shamanic significance of this auspicious event perhaps has something to do with both physical and intellectual nourishment. Whee! were not only getting together to eat some food, but also to discuss how whee! would go about starting the thinner smarter younger Nice Talk circle - sort of a book club with an art theoretical slant (in much the same way that the TV show, Food Jammers - the original framework around which the dinner was planned - is a cooking show with a funky, contemporary, art installation slant.)

Or the meaning of the hawk in the back yard may have something to do with its patiently surveying the big picture, zeroing in for special attention on a single one of the myriad details spread out before it, and then wholeheartedly diving in.

Or perhaps it was simply a hawk enjoying a quiet moment having a pigeony picnic in the back yard. Does the fact that it was more than a bit out of the ordinary make it only seem significant? Nah! It's all connected. You just have to look to see it.