Freedom of Flight

Friday I woke with the headache from hell. Not to be deterred I loaded the necessities in the jeep and off I went. By the way I did bring along a 6 pack -of water.

I went south and then east. The terain is rocky with scrub brush and cactus. Nothing pretty about it.

The first sight was a hawk sitting on a fence post - usually they fly off before I get there. I got the picture posted here and two more that I had time enough to use my zoom. The hawk then soared away.

I drove slower than normal because every bump killed my head. Rabbit trails through the brush, little yellow and purple flowers dotted the rocky ground. Red tailed hawks flew low, silent and methodically over the brush looking for a meal. Sparrow hawks were quick to fly to another post in the distance when my jeep was within camera distance. Medowlarks sang to the skys announcing spring.

Horse grazed in the distant and a cow was giving birth. I passed a van full of youth from the nearby boys home. I stopped by a gully with groves of oaks and spent a while looking for arrowheads.

As always hawks brought peace to my soul. Their flight makes my heart beat with the desire of freedom. I return home and map out 5 jeep trips - pulling on the reins I am ready to take flight again.