January 24, 2006
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Hawk
that strong eye glance..
wing is as like as lace…
or spots pattern of velvet ..
how your foot step is graceful…
atitude of on the branch…
waiting for spring…
yah, when I was little age, my brother breeded young hawk that his friend’s gift..
young hwak was few cute but beak was few scear…she walked in my house and
catched frog of small pond in the garden..brother baught chicken at a meat store
for her food..she grew uped day by day and over run from garden fence..I worry about
for hurt to child by claw …but one day , she fly uped with strong wing power and
never come back again..my mind had mixed miss her and got easy for release from scear..
and after I really knew, her home land is wild nature and isn’t my house..
Comments (12)
That is a wonderful story about saving the hawk. In the end it went back to were it knew it belonged.
Beautiful story. You are an excellent communicator – I have no trouble understanding your thoughts. Thank you for your enjoyable contributions to the Xanga family.
We have hawk’s here but they are not loved because they steal chickens. I enjoyed your post hawks are very pretty bird’s and great hunters.
Oh, what a beautiful poem and story..! How wonderful that bird is..strong and beautiful..but wild…and I am glad it is free…that must have been so wonderful to see it up close ..that poem describes it so well…lace and velvet..strong eye glance..hmm..so true..loved this..learned something new about you..we never can get that close to them here…what an experience..and so nice to see you..and so glad you liked the pictures..and the feeling there..have a wonderful day…hugs, my friend…love, Lee
Wonderful story and appropriate poem. We aquired by default a wolf, they had kept him too long for him to learn to hunt on his own. So in order to preserve his life we kept him. He had to live on a chain because there was no fence that would hold him. It is sad to keep a wild animal in captivity. He loved us and we loved him but you could see in his eyes that he wanted to run free. Living in the city that couldn’t be allowed. So Bobby would go out every morning and every afternoon and wrestle with him for exercise. It was fun to watch, they both loved the play and one weighed as much as the other. Sometimes when it rained the wolf would drag Bobby into his huge doghouse and they would play “indoors” He lived to be 7 years old but then developed some problems the vet was unable to cure. I think Bobby grieved for almost a year and to this day if he is caught unaware by a picture of Nakota you will see tears in his eyes. Like you, we never replaced him. Wolves belong in the wild not on a chain in the backyard. ~ mom
Wonderful story!
Lovely story!
Yes these creatures belong in the wild. Even though we may wish to have their company in our homes, they need open space and freedom. 
I once had a wild bird that we raised after we cut a tree down and it fell off.
The best memory is when I would walk to the laundry room about a block away and it would ride on my shoulder. It was a hawk type bird, we had to feed it hamburger. It was sad when we send it on it’s way.
Mary
So it is with all things…freedom to live where our nature is…so glad you had the chance to know one of these fine creatures and to see it find it’s freedom…know it leave sadness…and sure it soar’s above you from time to time…
Its so easy to get attached but then its time to release.
Once I was standing on my back
deck and a paraket, small blue bird landed in
my hand he was very tired and hungary they
are birds that are normally not in the wild and
I guessed that it had gotten out of its cage somehow
anyway I had to go and buy a cage to put him in
he lived about 4 years.
Have a great Friday,
~Linda~
How interesting that your brother raised up a young hawk. I like your poem, too. My maiden name was Hawk.