Saturday, February 28, 2026

Winter Hunt


 


I didn’t see the Cooper’s Hawk at first. Its plumage dissolved into the withered leaves, as if it had grown from the ground itself.

Only when I stepped closer did the shape resolve — the curved beak, the steady eye — and I understood I was looking at a Cooper’s Hawk. Beneath the raptor lay its prey, which I initially mistook for a small bird.

Much later, studying the details, I realized I had been wrong. The hawk had taken not a bird, but an American red squirrel.







Even after the initial strike, a  hawk remained over its catch to ensure there’s no movement left.  With mammals like a squirrel, that can take a little time.








Hawks are vulnerable on the ground. Other predators — crows, ravens, even other raptors — might try to steal the catch. Staying on top of it protects the food.










So what I witnessed wasn’t hesitation — it was calculation.
On the ground, hawks are powerful but exposed. Sitting still is sometimes the safest choice.

Generally, life is good.







Friday, February 27, 2026

Anatomy of Red




Not petals.
Just red learning how to fold into itself.

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Flowers carry a small rebellion within them. They gently cross out your first impressions and, in their own way offer you something deeper and far less predictable.

Generally, life is good.





Thursday, February 26, 2026