Silent Confrontations in Klamath Basin

The two Prairie Falcons are playing in the wind currents along the face of the cliff, shrieking and crying. One carries the hindquarters of a long-tailed rodent, pausing at times to land and rend its prey and eat, or sometimes simply eating on the wing. Another perches on an old hawk nest and screams. Watching them, something opens in me: a moment of grace.

This is why I go birding.

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Editor, Better Humans, for Coach.me. Bubbles, amateur pyro, hawk watch/birding, permaculture, zen, Gaia lover. RPCV Ghana 2011–2013. http://terrie.me

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Terrie Schweitzer

Terrie Schweitzer

Editor, Better Humans, for Coach.me. Bubbles, amateur pyro, hawk watch/birding, permaculture, zen, Gaia lover. RPCV Ghana 2011–2013. http://terrie.me

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