I was recently enjoying a sunny afternoon in Quidnet, taking in the sweeping views of Sesachacha Pond and Sankety Light House. Driving down Quidnet Road, I spotted a hawk on a wire. I stopped the car and gazed for a while. We made eye contact and the hawk didn't move. I was taken back. It was one of those quiet moments when we as humans realize we are not as omnipotent as we believe. I was reminded of Ted Hughes poem "Hawk Roosting," which articulates the power of these raptors with keen detail.
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