Sometimes the wilderness gets inside you...
This peaceful idea of co-existing with wild animals wasn't exactly the case with Tom-A Hawk...nope he was on a fledgling suicide mission.
I was driving up to the farmhouse on Pine Grove Rd, when out of nowhere Thwack! I was dive-bombed...or rather my car was by a large hawk. This is one of those heart stopping moments, when you are sure you have killed an animal. Why oh why did he pick my car to fly torpedo like into??! Uggh...I got out of the car to check the damage. He was laying in a crumpled heap, his body still warm, heart still beating. Even though I was sure he would die, I couldn't see leaving his body for my little fox sidekick, so I put him on the passenger seat of my car.
I just started the car, and glanced over at the lump of hawk when he jumped up on his feet and stared at me with his dark beady hawk eyes. I just about jumped out of my skin. I had never been so close to a raptor..and they definitely do have big claws and a sharp beak! I pulled my ballcap lower, willed myself to breathe normally and relax..the entire time wondering how the heck I was going to get him out of the car. It was apparent he was greatly injured and could not fold in his one wing..so I decided to call a wildlife rehabilitation centre. I was told that I was doing everything right..and that I should keep the young fledgling hawk for a few days...teach him how to fly and if that was possible...hike out in the bush, find his family and set him free. (Easy job right?) If he still wasn't healed I was to take him to a raptor centre some 3 hours away.
I commenced Hawk rehab...Did you know that they LOVE dew worms? I could write an entire blog about his love affair with those.
A week later..he came back...and was back every day for 2 weeks..even if just for a brief visit...the occasional dew worm..or just to watch me while I chatted with him. He got quite upset with me if I needed to leave when he showed up, and would often grab the back windshield wiper of the car to stop me from driving away. The day did come when he stopped showing up...probably because I stopped feeling him.
My heart always leaps and I get a tear in my eye when a hawk flies beside me when I hike, or I hear their piercing call overhead. Fly safe little one...I hope to see you back next year!