Flying Hard to Stand Still
Unfashionable life lessons from birdwatching
Yesterday I was driving on a long, unbroken stretch of winding prairie highway. My toddler napped in the backseat so I had a rare and welcome moment to muse, uninterrupted by anything but the occasional road sign.
Off to my left, I caught sight of a large bird of prey, a hawk or a falcon. It hovered 40 feet above the…