That hawk I heard on the deck some days back definitely left his mark. On my morning walkabout, I saw what I thought was a flaw in the big living room window. Invisible when seen straight on, at just the right angle and the sun shining there was the perfect imprint of a large bird on the glass, wing feathers outstretched and well defined and the head and beak smooshed to the side. No wonder he was sitting on the rail; he must have had the mother of all headaches. It's a wonder he didn't break his neck.
I was headed for disaster and were it not for my friend's reminder, I might have had a crash landing of my own. I don't have a lot of reason to check the calendar (one day is pretty much like the next) and, in my mind, Thanksgiving was two or three weeks away. Not! Linda dropped me back into reality yesterday with the news that I've got days, not weeks, to go shopping and start the prep for Thanksgiving dinner and the company that will be here. Good grief, I've got to get moving!