One good thing — remember when I was going to do that? Gotta get back into it. There’s too much awesome happening around me to get bogged down by the boogers. So! One REALLY good thing about taking the train up to CT is the furry feathery nature all over the damn place. I was a passenger in the car weaving through the woods when we sped past two fat hawk looking things just chilling in the light snow at Blue Jay Orchards.
“HOLY SHIT BAGS!” I yelled to my dad from the back seat. “STOP! PULL OVER! I HAVE TO SHOOT THEM!”
As I sidled up, trying to appear as if I wanted nothing to do with the couple, one flew away, wings beating in arcs of brown, orange and yellow. The other sat on the post, his head fluffed up, his eyes blinking as if I’d caught him in a deep nap. He swiveled and cocked his head. He ruffled his feathers just a bit, but he stayed. He regarded me sleepily from his fence post nap. He let me shoot him from below, from far, and then close. And then he shrugged a little, lifted the weight of his wings, and swooped off the fence – heading first low over a frozen pond and then up, to end his flight on a craggy old tree a few winter stripped branches below his buddy. Click on the photos to see his face – he’s really cute.