I am continuously in awe of February days in the South. We spent the entire day on our neighbor's deck feasting on wings & ribs & cheddar-brauts. I wore the lightest of t-shirts with jeans & envied the man who sat in shorts in the warming sun. While others watched the lake, I sat with my back to it captivated by the quality of reflected light in the trees. They shimmered against the Carolina Blue sky, heightened by the occasional wisp of white passing by. A hawk went gliding slowly overhead & my brother called out, "She's missing a wing feather! It's you girl!". She had moved in the day I brought my son home from his birth in Dec. of 2000. With the ferrals having decimated the small animal population, we hadn't seen her in months & here she was soaring low as if part of our fellowship.
Later on some 30 buzzards moved through, traveling in clusters of 6-8. It is quite rare to see so many & though their presence meant the end of hawk sightings for the day, it was amazing to see these enormous birds in such large numbers. We stayed long into the evening reminiscing over memories past & creating ones anew. New friendships were forged & old ones strengthened. It was an amazing break from winter's isolating cold.
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