​I seem to have a connection to hawks.  Many times, over the years, when I have been shocked by something or saddened, I have noticed a hawk close by.  Once,  as I choked up listening to the announcement on the radio of the sudden car accident that killed a man in our community, a hawk, fluttered in majestically just in front of my car, landed on a fence post and turned to look at me as I stopped at a four way stop.  Years later, my friend DW’s mother had passed away.  I went to the funeral and watched her, imagining what she was going through.   Heart breaking for her.  At the end of the funeral, I walked back to my car, a tornado of emotions and thoughts swirling through me.  As I walked through the suburban streets back to my car, I heard a hawk’s call.  The hair on my arms began to prickle up, but before I even had time to follow the sound, I heard two more calls.  There above me, directly above me, in the suburban streets of Stoney Creek, were three hawks, circling.  Just above the roof tops.  So close, I could count their red tail feathers.  :)    ~ NW