The hawk continues to descend, landing several branches above Jack. A
shrill caw rips through its beak. Cocking its head it looks deep into Jack’s
eyes. Suddenly the hawk takes flight. Jack hops to his feet and decides to
follow the curious bird.
The
hawk swoops over the soccer fields and well past them. Heading deeper into the
park it somehow follows the hiking trails perfectly. “What is this crazy bird doing? Where the heck is it heading?” Jack has little more time to think as he
dodges under a low hanging branch.
Veering hard to the right the hawk leaves the trail. Through the bush
Jack follows, the hawk never going so far as to leave his sight it paused every
time it got too far ahead of him sitting in the branches waiting for him to
catch up. The hawk finally lands in a
tree and trills at Jack, sounding very satisfied with itself. Jack comes to a
stop and does a full 360 taking in the area.
“Amazing! This is perfect for me. I wonder
what the deal with this hawk is. There is definitely something different about
it. I mean it just took me to this spot, and it never went so fast that I
couldn’t keep up, it even waited for me. Let’s see just how nice it is…”
Jack holds his right up with the forearm out. The hawk dismounts from the
branch and lands on his arm. A soft almost inaudible trill rings out in the
back of the hawks throat.
Petting the hawk
under the chin Jack is almost surprised to find that it is real and not some
sort of machine. “Well at least I know
that this guy isn’t leading me into a trap. I still want to know why he lead me
here though. It seems almost too good to be true.”
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