The paved road is about 4 miles long. It is straight and level, like so many other roads in Florida. The speed limit is 45, but cars and trucks routinely travel at 60 mph or more. There are only a few intersections and not a lot of traffic. About midway, she sits every day. Perched on an electrical line, watching the traffic speed past.
I don’t know where she nests. What used to be hundreds of acres of forested land before hurricane Michael, is now an open wasteland with tree stubbles sticking up and the ground covered with rotting branches. But there she sits every day. She is a young female red tail hawk. She waits and watches fo see what will present itself for her next meal. She isn’t opposed to fresh road kill, being an opportunist like most birds of prey. The small game she caries off, larger ones she dines on beside the road.
When I see her I am reminded of patience.
In today’s rush ahead world we sometimes forget the value of patience, to our own detriment. We rush here and rush there. We grab take out because we don’t have time to cook or sit down to a leisurely meal. We must grab the cell phone when it rings, answer the texts and emails immediately. We don’t have time to read a book, or sit in a rocking chair on the porch and contemplate the woods. We can’t waste time smelling roses, or being polite. We have no patience for that kind of stuff.