A Story About a Red-Tailed Hawk Who Flew Down for Me

Hawk Feathers That Had Been Hanging Over My Desk

I had an urge recently to take down the hawk feathers I’d found several summers ago. They’d been hanging over my desk (hah! My desk is an end table piled with stuff to do, notepads, books, beading supplies and sticky notes all over the place) and they got kind of dusty, I guess. When I held them, it seemed like they were smaller and I don’t know if they do shrink or if my excitement at being gifted them made them bigger to my eyes, but I wrapped a cord around the non-feathered ends and placed them above a calendar where I can see them.

A couple days after I moved the feathers, I was happy to see an adult hawk sitting on a fence along a walking path at the apartments where I live. It’s a five-foot fence, so he (or she) was very close and it was so cool. I stopped to commune for a minute or two because I knew Max would lunge and bark at the hawk when we got closer. (He even barks at clusters of little birds!) And sure enough, Max did and the hawk flew into a tall tree ahead of us. I was a bit sad because I wanted just to stand and marvel at the bird’s magnificence for a minute or two, but I sent up ‘thanks for saying hi and bye’ and we went on our way.

Feathers Moved Closer To My Desk

I usually walk around the pathways in a circle, but that day I doubled back—did I know somehow the hawk would still be in the tree? I was surprised because every time before, when they catch the air, they’re gone. I gave up a ‘Hi!’ and then the hawk flew down to sit again on the fence. The bird knew what I was feeling. He came down for me, in spite of my lunging, barking, pain-in-the-rear dog. This made me wonder about animals being guardians and I thought how awesome it must be for people who are close to nature, who feel a connection like this with all of life.

I was thinking the other night that discovering my connection to trees and birds would never have happened if we hadn’t moved to these apartments, where I am forced to go outdoors because Max has got to relieve himself. I’d been getting the message to walk for years, but my body hurts a lot and I am easily fatigued, so I didn’t. Walk, I mean. There is always a bigger picture, isn’t there?


7 thoughts on “A Story About a Red-Tailed Hawk Who Flew Down for Me

  1. It’s called awareness Pam – that awareness that is beyond the miind that in our deeper heart awareness we ‘know’ that we are indeed all One with All life in all dimensions. That love – compassion – that knowingness which touches – nay embraces our hearts – you were feeling towards this hawk – this other Being – and he/she felt it also, and you reached out and touched each other..

    That’s my understanding anyway. Love, Michael.

  2. I love the word Namaste because it acknowledges that Oneness. To be able to commune with trees and all of nature is very important to me, and for you to be able to do that even while living in an apartment is awesome. It’s inspiring to me.

    • Thank you so much. It’s important to me, too. I should add that there is a waterway running along the back of the property, so there are ducks and geese and hawks and crows and pigeons and badgers and mice, and toads–it’s pretty awesome. One time six white pelicans came up out of the water and flew away over my head. Their wing span was incredible! Because of that waterway, we have a little piece of heaven here.:)

  3. This post resonated for me. I am blessed to live on 15 acres of sacred land. Red-shouldered hawks, vultures, and woodpeckers visit and delight me. My most special bird is Vulture, she whom I consider a spirit sister. Much of my life the last 20 years has been a clearing and cleaning–physical, emotional, and psychic. Like Vulture, I have been doing some trash collecting! And the openness I have created fills with light. Blessings on your path,

    • Hi Alix,
      Your property sounds so lovely. I dream of a beautiful place for my family, too, and if the dream ever manifests, I think I’ll be out with the animals a lot.
      You must have found the book “Animal Speak” by Ted Andrews. I had no idea when I bought it so many years ago that I would open it up and read from it so often. There’s a beautiful story about the Vulture in it.
      The sun was too close to the Earth and everything was burning, so Fox bit hold of the Sun and tried to carry it away, but his tongue was burned and he let go. “To this day,” Ted Andrews says, “the inside of the Fox’s mouth is black.” Then an opossum wrapped its tail around the sun and tried to carry the sun away, but it burned his tail and he let go. “To this day the Opossum has no hair upon its tail.” Then the most powerful and beautiful of the birds, Vulture, who had a beautiful mantle of feathers, volunteered. To save the Earth, Vulture put “its head against it and pushed the sun further up to the heavens. Though it could feel its crown feathers burning, the Vulture continued until the sun was set at a safe distance in the sky.” The vulture lost its head feathers forever. I will never look at a Vulture the same way.:) Ted Andrews says the keynote of Vulture is purification, death and rebirth and new vision. Wow!

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