Sunday, July 12, 2009

Watching Like A Hawk

Dateline: Diamond Bar

It is 97 outside . The hills beyond the reach of aquamarine are dry as old parchment. The sky is bright as an aquamarine. A couple young hawks have been raising quite a ruckus in my backyard.

There is something magical about living with wildlife. The piercing call of the young hawks heightens my awareness. Nature is not just beautiful. It can be dangerous. But, within reason, the beauty is worth the danger.

3 comments:

Miss Jean said...

Hi, Lydia. Thanks for stopping by. The group singing the first son, Shimmy Low, is called The Clarks. They are a group from Pittsburg. Check out some of their videos on YouTube. I really like them.

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

I so agree....Last year when I was able to warch and document the three Hawk Babies...It was asbsolutely thrilling...! I watched them every day and took thousands of pictures of them....There were no babies this year and I miss them so very much!
Enjoy, Emjoy, my dear Lydia.

Lydia said...

Miss Jean- Thank you for the info on musicians.
Naomi- Your following the hawks in your hills inspired me. Someday maybe I will rate a lens to capture better what I see. Today I counted the hawks- there seems to be a gang of 3 young ones who live across our valley- and make flights over here.