It's spring, and the hawks are out in full force. As I've watched them circling the fields, I have been amazed at the thought of how they can see little mice and other critters from way up there, and how they can time their swoop perfectly to snatch one up for dinner.
Today, though, as I watched two hawks dancing in the sky, I thought, "I bet sometimes birds fly just because they can." I wish I was a bird.
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