The Hawk Conundrum

I walked into the living room and wondered why I was there.  As I tried to retrace my steps in my befuddled head, I could sense someone watching me intently.  Turning around to look out the window, I spotted a beautiful red-tailed hawk sitting on the fence.  This one was fully grown with a white and brown knitted vest – very fashionable this year.  She was communing with me, as follows.

HAWK – Hello Squirrel Lady.

KERRY – Hello Magnificent Hunter of squirrels.

HAWK – May I have one of your squirrels?

KERRY – They are not available on demand but you can hunt them when I am not looking.

HAWK – Thank you.

Then it flew off, leaving me laughing.  I have started feeding the squirrels again as winter beckons and it is bloody freezing.  They are getting nice and fat at Kerry’s organic squirrel farm.  The hawk has been screeching and I wonder if there is a late born baby.  The weather has been very mild until now.  Now I listen for screeching and feed the squirrels under the chairs or bushes.  It’s a win-win.

It has been a strange week.  Today I have my first in person appointment with my psychiatrist in two years.  I was offered a job through Linked In last week but it was in Austin.  On Friday I have my first contract job since the Pandemic started – unless they cancel the flight because of the Omicron variant.  On Sunday Teddy drove off with a friend’s fully packed car and trailer to Washington State – he is currently in New Mexico or Utah.  You should have seen us physically move the trailer down our sloped drive to the awaiting car – fitter than we thought!

This is a throw back photo to a fabulous trip to Abu Dhabi where I held my first falcon. Pala was boarding at the most luxurious falcon resort until her owner went hunting with her again. Pala was worth considerably more than me… As a child and young woman I had a phobia about birds and would run screaming from a pigeon in a square. Exposure therapy really works.

Abu Dhabi Falcon Hospital

Abu Dhabi Falcon Hospital Part of the treat at he veterinary hospital was to put on a gauntlet and have your photo taken with one of the falcons. I thought A. would love this but no, he was happy just to look from afar. So, after we had watched the surgeon perform a minor surgical procedure on one of the pet falcons, I decided to be brave and I put on the gauntlet. Given that I had to leave Monte Carlo early because of all the pigeons, I was amazed at my fearlessness. My falcon’s name was Pala and she responded beautifully to my dulcet baby talk – I should have spoken to her in Arabic! All the falcons in this room were the very expensive, pampered pets of local Emiratis. Pala was so calm with me that the veterinarian had to make me shake my hand to get her to stretch out her wings. I stroked her chest and it was so soft, like cashmere. Feeling the fear and doing it anyway rocks! Click on the red link below to read the whole story. POSTCARD FROM ABU DHABI – click here