THE RED-TAILED HAWK AND I arrived at the turn in the canyon at the same time. I had seen him soaring around, enjoying the effortlessness of his flight and likely keeping a sharp eye out for lunch. The long arm of coincidence had brought the two of us together as I took a seat to re-tie my hiking boots and he landed upon a long, bare branch about fifty feet away. It was nearing noon, the sun had heated up the trail through Casto Canyon, and I had shed the outer shirt I had started out with a couple of hours earlier. The hawk took in the scene, his head swiveling as the light breeze ruffled his feathers slightly. He seemed to exude confidence. He was in control of his destiny. He would eat if he caught something, or not. I had packed a sandwich but, ridiculously, decided I shouldn’t eat it in front of him. There was no sign of any little critters in the immediate vicinity, perhaps due to the threatening presence of the hawk and the human. I stood up to continue on my way and the hawk, as if in tune with me, took off and disappeared beyond a stand of juniper trees. Although I still had a way to go before returning to the trailhead, my day was complete. Sharing a few minutes with such a magnificent creature made my heart beat faster and I realized, as I continued on, that I had a smile on my face.
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