The wind is up and the hawks are screaming. It must be March.
When we moved into this house two years ago this month, one of the first things I saw was a redtail circling about a foot over the top of the house with prey in his beak. He flew to a live oak in the neighbor's yard where he was joined by his mate, the biggest hawk I have ever seen. We soon realized that they were raiding squirrel nests that had been left exposed when the live oaks lost their leaves.
A day or two ago, I took Lani for a walk through the neighborhood. At one point, we heard the hawks calling to each other at close range. I looked up and saw the female light on a utility pole. She called out to the male who swooped in and mounted her. I stood still and watched the birdie porn, totally amazed at what I was seeing. Hawks are messengers and visionaries as totums. I always try to be vigilant regarding things I see and hear after I see one. I choose to believe that observing a pair of hawks in such an act of creation is an omen of good things to come, possibly the fruition of a long held desire. I am sharing this with you along with the hope that you will have your most cherished wish fulfilled soon.