Hawks. She said that the sound we heard was hawks, and that if you look up at just the right time you can actually see them flying around.
The only wildlife I usually encounter are skunks. The occasional deer. And the odd pack of coyote at four in the morning, early enough they can't quite decide if it's worth it to eat me.
But around Kimmy's house, there are hawks. Real birds of prey, real animals that hunt and kill. Something affirming about things that kill. Weird, but true.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Kimmy, Hearing the Hawks
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