As we're talking, I wander about the house doing easy chores, like watering the plants, start the laundry, make a smoothie, load the dishwasher...whatever I can do that only takes one hand. So, as I'm dinking, I happen to glance out one of the front room windows that overlooks the road and the ol' dead oak tree on the other side. I stop, squint, move closer and stare. Jan asks me what's wrong as I've stopped talking in mid-sentence. "It's the hawk," I whisper, as if the bird could hear me and fly off.
"Quick!" she yells, "Get your camera!"
This is the third time in as many weeks the hawk has either appeared or flown around the house while I've been talking to her. I have yet to get a solid shot of the guy. I grab the camera and dash to the den window which has an unobstructed view of the tree.
"Is he still there?"
"Yeah," I mutter, "though I'm having a hard time holding the phone and the camera--"
"Put down the damn phone!"
I drop the phone to the desk, but now I'm having trouble focusing the telephoto because I'm laughing at the tiny little voice wafting up from my phone as Jan keeps asking me questions. "Shut up," I hiss, then we both start laughing harder. Pathetic really. If I worked for Nat Geo, I could never take her with me on assignments.
Still. Here are three fairly good photos of the elusive Red tailed Hawk. He is not only a very handsome fellow, but huge. Like eagle-sized huge. If you click on the last two shots, look at the color of those eyes. Wow. I think I'm in love...
Later, pictures taken, Jan asks me about New Year's resolutions, but I mention that instead I'm attempting The 52 Weeks idea. Now we've decided to do it together. Well, not do the same things, but do one thing each week, then on Sundays we can tell what we did. Since we both live in very small towns, there will definitely be challenges; there's only so much going on, after all.
Though, maybe that will be half the fun...??