Hawks, hawks, and more hawks.

I’m in Provincetown again for the month of March. Paul came down to help me get settled in, and on Saturday we headed out to check out a few local geocaches. One in particular caught my eye: it’s called “Where’s the Fort?” and it brings cachers to a place where a fort once stood; since I’m still preparing my own geocache that will take people on a tour of the lost places of Manchester, I had particular interest in this kind of geocache conceptualization.

It was cold – frigid, in fact. But suddenly there they were: marsh hawks, wheeling and swooping close enough to us that we could see their eyes. Paul grabbed his binoculars and we stood out on a windswept hill, entranced, temporarily unaware of the cold. With the enlargement afforded by the binoculars, we could see every inch of them, the flecks of brown, the beak, the marvelous beautiful fringed wings.

And then they were gone, and the cold returned. But oh! when they were there – what a moment of warmth!

— Jeannette Cézanne

2 Comments »

1. hmmmmm…I wonder if there are marsh hawks here, in FL, where it’s warmer…..

   Comment by dreamtime — March 10, 2007 @ 11:00 am

2. Be careful what you wish for. After a while when you start noticing birds (and other wildlife) it’s all you see … and there are mad moments when you have to pull abruptly off the road and peer off into the trees because you’ll feel that you missed Something Significant in not doing so.

   You’d be right, of course.

   Anyway, a quick look at any of the field guides (I haven’t one to hand here) will tell you whether you can watch for them in your warm paradise. But… wait… don’t you have FLAMINGOS there? *That*, I’d love to see!

   – Jeannette
   www.jeannettecezanne.com

   Comment by jcezanne — March 10, 2007 @ 11:18 am

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