Hawksley

Just outside my abode there is a hill sloped toward downtown. I walk this hill almost everyday. I love it. On this hill there lives a hawk. I have named him "Hawksley", you know, it just works man. Some may be familiar with the Canadian artist Hawksley Workman. I assure you there is no family relation. I first met Hawksley, well met is a bit of a stretch, I did not shake his talon I merely saw him and thereby met him, on my way one day to The Core. He was high above and let out a sorrowful cry as he coasted on the thermals many meters atop the cityscape. This cry not only frightened me a little, but it reminded me of a scene from my number one all time favorite film, The Royal Tennenbaums. Ritchie Tennenbaum in on the roof of the Tennenbaum family house setting his hawk, Mordecai, free. Mordecai leaps from Ritchie's hand and screams like raptors do. This scene has no correlation between my experience with Hawksley and the glory of Wes Anderson. I simply remember that raptor scream and thus remembered the scene. There was this moment of pure joy as I witnessed this extraordinary creature soar. Our first meeting was a few weeks ago and since then I have witnessed Hawksley on a few occasions doing his thing, being an animal, hunting his prey, sitting on lamp posts, rockin the thermals. It's more of less awesome. I suggest you find an animal friend, stay far away from it, and enjoy the outdoors.

Edit: I wrote this at a coffee shop called "A Ladybug" on the west coast of Calgary. The coffee was ok, but the AC was all busted and the outdoors was cooler so I peaced early, then had the revelation about semi-retirement.