All things don’t always come to those who wait… sometimes serendipity works better

I was scanning the vast hillside stretching up to the southwest approximately 1.5 miles into Harmon Canyon Preserve, looking for the hawk that was calling continually. It couldn’t be more than 100 yards away. No luck. Couldn’t see it. I persisted for about 15 minutes. The calls continued, couldn’t see it. I reluctantly continued walking the trail. About three minutes later I turned a corner heading down a path into another side canyon and what appears over my left shoulder but a hawk silently swooping in my direction and landing in a tree at eye-level not far away. It was quite comfortable there, had an itch to scratch, and I was able to take several photos. It was still there as I departed, an unusual event for me to leave such a magnificent bird before it leaves me. Maybe this one had waited a long time to observe a slow moving biped.

Dean