I love sharing my garden with wildlife by creating habitats that help different species to thrive…of course my feathered friends are at the top of this list. Today my faith was restored in the act of love shown by a male hawk looking over his mate who had been stunned in my garden while snatching her prey. She miscalculated how much room she had while pouncing on a Junco in mid air and she hit her head.
I observed her from my bedroom window as I didn’t want to startle her any further and really hoped she would make a quick recovery. To my astonishment her mate flew down and began circling her and protecting her. He noticed me through the glass and went into full warrior stance. It was incredible to watch.
Love and death in the garden continues to be a masterpiece.
“I am the hawk and there’s blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly”..John Denver