Tree Full of Hawks

It seemed like it would be our ordinary 30 minute walk around our neighborhood, the same route, like every other day – but far from it this day.

First, as we approached a corner, we suddenly noticed a huge turkey vulture sitting on top of a telephone pole with its back away from us.

It was completely unfazed as we stood there for a few minutes admiring this unusual, beautiful sight.

But nothing prepared us for what we were about to come upon in the next few minutes.

As we turned the corner, I touched my son’s shoulder to stop – he thought it was danger, but it was supreme beauty.

There in a huge tree sat 12 to 15 black hawks, huge birds, about a foot and half tall, all facing north. Above them, about 4 other hawks glided gracefully in the sky, their wings ending in 4 or 5 feathers, like out-stretched fingers. We stood there 5 or 10 minutes, admiring this sacred sight we were blessed to see.

I kept looking back as we slowly walked away.

Something good always happens whenever I see a hawk, always an auspicious sign.

We looked upon a great and welcome message from Mother Earth - that all is well - even better than you think.