Hi, Mr. Nature here!
I can always tell, well before I ever see him, when a hawk is visiting our neighborhood. We have a lot of squirrels here, and they all disappear, suddenly, as if by magic–all of them. How do they do that?
So I was watching a hawk today, patrolling the sky, probably on the hunt for squirrels: no such luck, I couldn’t find them, either. But I was struck by how slowly the hawk could fly, knowing that at any moment he could generate a burst of speed that would amaze me. I don’t think we have any aircraft that can do that.
Which reminds me, oddly enough, of the great big scarab beetles that we have here in the summer. They fly slowly, too, and they look clumsy. But one of them can fly into the wall of the house–you can actually hear the “thump!”–again and again, and never fall down. We certainly don’t have any aircraft that can come even close to doing that.
God’s stuff–always worth watching.