No, I didn't take the picture.
To say that it was humid this morning doesn’t really tell the story. Seventy degrees at 5:30 always foreshadows an unbearably hot day and today at 5:30 there was NO wind, breeze, or movement of air. Some would call the day oppressive but to me it offered solitude--maybe that’s because the house was empty of guests, family and pets. It was still, as in absence of all sound.
But then the silence was broken by the cawing of crows, all their families and friends. Why were they up so early? Answer: my husband looked out and saw a HUGE hawk perched on the fence. A definite intruder, at least according to the crows.
By the time I got back to the window with my camera, the hawk (could it have been an eagle?) had flown away. and so had the crows. Well, at least I didn’t hear them. All was still again. Solitude reigned again.
But then the silence was broken by the cawing of crows, all their families and friends. Why were they up so early? Answer: my husband looked out and saw a HUGE hawk perched on the fence. A definite intruder, at least according to the crows.
By the time I got back to the window with my camera, the hawk (could it have been an eagle?) had flown away. and so had the crows. Well, at least I didn’t hear them. All was still again. Solitude reigned again.