chickenhawk

In my eagerness to let off steam from my Sunday biking debacle I neglected to convey the beautiful run I had on Saturday. One of the great joys I had when I would run in New York was seeing the hawks in Prospect Park and Central Park while I was running. Wildlife in Texas is a bit more prevalent and I frequently see hawks up on the lampposts overseeing the goings on of Mopac. This Saturday as I was running down Shoal Creek a hawk flew right in front of me swooped down to the grass and then quickly flew back up and into the trees again. I've NEVER had a hawk get so close to me, he was gorgeous and amazing. I've always admired there strong grace, . Here's a picture of the Scott as I drag myself to work, wishing I was able to get on and pedal away instead. I consoled myself in the fact that we had a date to ride later in the day.