A Hawk and a Chihuahua in the December Sun***
***I actually wrote this on 12/25/2018 but didn't post it. Today, I did some rereading of it, some editing and posting it now.
This time of year when the tree trunks resemble a grayish-brown myelin sheath of a nerve cell and the branches the nucleus with numerous, irregularly, shaped arms growing from it, it is easy to miss them because they seem to blend into the blandness so well. It helps to know what you are looking for but, even then, you might doubt what you see until you get closer to it or it drops in for a glide. They like to be up high in the nerve-cell trees with their chests facing the Western Sun. I'm assuming it feels good to face the warmth and the light at a time of year when both are sparse. When I take my little dog, a black, wiry-haired Chihuahua, out for walks on sunny days in December like today, he likes to lie in the sun for awhile first and absorb some heat. He and the Hawk are more alike than is readily apparent as they both have a penchant for sunbathing, hearts bravely exposed and vulnerable to a late December sun. As I sat outside earlier on the front step of the building while I waited for my dog to heat himself up to walking temperature, I looked up and to my left to the top of the bare tree by the brick house on the corner. There, I saw a hawk facing the same Sun as myself and my little dog.
This time of year when the tree trunks resemble a grayish-brown myelin sheath of a nerve cell and the branches the nucleus with numerous, irregularly, shaped arms growing from it, it is easy to miss them because they seem to blend into the blandness so well. It helps to know what you are looking for but, even then, you might doubt what you see until you get closer to it or it drops in for a glide. They like to be up high in the nerve-cell trees with their chests facing the Western Sun. I'm assuming it feels good to face the warmth and the light at a time of year when both are sparse. When I take my little dog, a black, wiry-haired Chihuahua, out for walks on sunny days in December like today, he likes to lie in the sun for awhile first and absorb some heat. He and the Hawk are more alike than is readily apparent as they both have a penchant for sunbathing, hearts bravely exposed and vulnerable to a late December sun. As I sat outside earlier on the front step of the building while I waited for my dog to heat himself up to walking temperature, I looked up and to my left to the top of the bare tree by the brick house on the corner. There, I saw a hawk facing the same Sun as myself and my little dog.
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