a solitude of swan

swan on riverDuring my morning walk today, I was paying attention to my errant pooch who loves to splash in pools – vernal, spawning, mud and otherwise. As she darted past me full tilt, my eyes swept to the outlet below our modest crest of hill. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but one single swan slipping seamlessly on the silent stream. A meeting of solitudes – dog, woman, swan.

a kettle of hawks

single red-tailed hawk in flight

credit – nationalgeographic

Turns out ‘kettle’ really IS the collective noun for hawks in migration. This morning I stood stunned and silent as two dozen hawks soared overhead. Some landed just as silently on the roofline of an abandoned falling-down shack by water’s edge. Others swooped and swirled in ever-widening circles over the vast meadow, rising on air drafts to float, dip, disappear behind trees and reappear once again high overhead. In the course of a half hour, many swooped within feet of my upturned face. I was breathless and nearly dizzy with the sensation of flight, as if I too were airborne.

Their silence was broken only by the twittering of swallows who seemed undaunted by the size differential between them. One would tail a hawk, almost reaching him, at which the hawk would flick his tail or turn subtly to the side to shake off the tiny aggressor. It was not clear to me why the little bird was affronted by the raptor. I however was utterly enraptured by the whole scene. Had it not been time to feed my faithful canine companion, I might be there still, bubbling with excitement at my first kettle of hawks.

a serenity of sunsets

It’s the most wonderful feeling I know. Driving down the evening lane toward the tidal river at sunset. That’s when I know I’m home. Whether the drive was long distance or short, the feeling is the same. I’m home.

The variety and beauty of river sunsets cannot be overstated. Not only do you have the changing light above; you also have movement or its absence reflecting the light below. So many variables! Each one so different from the other! One of my favorite pastimes in the sloth of summer is sunset gazing. One after the other. All told, a serenity of sunsets.