Watching them like a hawk

Well... I'm actually watching the hawks like a hawk.

They're one of my favorite birds, and I love to watch them fly - constantly calling to their mate - over top our house, especially this past summer when it seemed to be a daily occurance.

Years ago Scott and I were driving down the road and a hawk flew right into the passenger door of our car, hitting the window where I was sitting. We quickly pulled over, and the hawk was actually sitting - completely stunned - in the center of the highway. Scott went over and picked it up, to get it off the road, and it was so rattled and shook up that it actually LET Scott take care of him. We didn't know what to do, but a man pulled up and said he knew where a wildlife facility was and offered to take the bird to the facility to be checked out. It happend so quick, and it was as weird as it was extraordinary.