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Aug. 6th, 2009 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeHoly. Fucking. Shit.
So, I get home, finish up the Blade Runner story for PolyBigBang... it needs some serious rewrite, but it's done... and head out for a walk. And am thinking about my upcoming projects and finishing my other PolyBigBang and a few other things in progress and submitting a novella I wrote an age ago to a place I just saw was soliciting novellas for serial porpoises...
And I'm walking past a section of park on my way back to the apartment. And I see something swoop down to my left. I figure it's a crow or something. They have some big honkin crows here.
It sits down on the grass and starts eating.
It's a fucking red shouldered hawk.
It just sat there. And stared at me. And ate something small and round and reddish brown, I didn't look closer to see what it was, I respect the privacy of something that can peck and/or claw my soft squishy bits out in a moment's notice if I offend it. A hawk. Stared at me. I have not wished so hard for a camera in a very long time. Alas, no one dropped a camera out of the sky for me. Just the hawk.
It ate. And stared at me. And ate some more. Perfectly content to be standing within six feet of me or so. Four to six feet, I'd say. And then it packed up and hopped another couple of feet, got up and swooped into the trees, or I would have run home and grabbed at least my damn cell phone camera and come back and begged it for a photo op.
Is this some kind of a sign? Was that the Goddess smiling on my novella submission endeavor? Or was that some kind of back the hell off or I cut you motherfucker ...
I have no idea. But damn. Hawk.
I love hawks.
(Kermit loves hawks too.)
So, I get home, finish up the Blade Runner story for PolyBigBang... it needs some serious rewrite, but it's done... and head out for a walk. And am thinking about my upcoming projects and finishing my other PolyBigBang and a few other things in progress and submitting a novella I wrote an age ago to a place I just saw was soliciting novellas for serial porpoises...
And I'm walking past a section of park on my way back to the apartment. And I see something swoop down to my left. I figure it's a crow or something. They have some big honkin crows here.
It sits down on the grass and starts eating.
It's a fucking red shouldered hawk.
It just sat there. And stared at me. And ate something small and round and reddish brown, I didn't look closer to see what it was, I respect the privacy of something that can peck and/or claw my soft squishy bits out in a moment's notice if I offend it. A hawk. Stared at me. I have not wished so hard for a camera in a very long time. Alas, no one dropped a camera out of the sky for me. Just the hawk.
It ate. And stared at me. And ate some more. Perfectly content to be standing within six feet of me or so. Four to six feet, I'd say. And then it packed up and hopped another couple of feet, got up and swooped into the trees, or I would have run home and grabbed at least my damn cell phone camera and come back and begged it for a photo op.
Is this some kind of a sign? Was that the Goddess smiling on my novella submission endeavor? Or was that some kind of back the hell off or I cut you motherfucker ...
I have no idea. But damn. Hawk.
I love hawks.
(Kermit loves hawks too.)