How did Tuck and I end up together the next morning, side by side in my bed, tucked in the eaves of the attic room? It’s still a little bit of a blur to me to this day. But throughout time, little pieces of that night started to connect and build a puzzle for me…
Atop Betner’s Cliff, we woke from our nap to high-pitched cawing overhead as a Broad-winged hawk circled our bodies. The annoying bird was dark brown with white under parts and black margins under its wings as it flew in circles. Groggy-eyed, Tuck asked, “What’s he doing?”
“He’s just letting us know that he’s around. The bugger probably roosts up here and we’re invading his space.”
“Is he going to attack us?”
“I highly doubt that. Hawks aren’t known for getting pissed at humans.”
“Animals frighten me a bit. I never really know how they are going to act out. Maybe I’ve watched too many horror movies.”
I laughed at him, stood, and said, “Come on, this adventure isn’t over, my friend. There’s a lot we have to do today.”