In Flight

Friday, the most amazing thing happened.
I guess in the whole scheme of things, it actually wasn't the most amazing thing, but it certainly was a wonder, to me.
Driving to and from work on Rt 47, I've recently been seeing many hawks swooping over the road and into the trees on either side.  They come close to my car, nearly brushing it sometimes, or they just sit in a tree over the road, but I've been seeing more than usual.
Friday afternoon I was driving home, and I saw a bird land with precision on the road.  Seeing it from a distance, I thought perhaps it was a crow after some roadkill, but as I approached, I saw that it was indeed a hawk.  It watched as my car came closer, looking into my eyes to determine if I would stop or if it needed to take off into flight.  With no other cars around, I came to a slow stop, just feet away from the hawk who, comfortable in the knowledge I wasn't going to hit it with the car, poked its beak around something rather freshly dead.  Satisfied with what it had found, it scooped it up and flew away, its red tail fully spread.
The whole episode took seconds; if I had been faster, perhaps I could have pulled out my camera and filmed it.  But instead I sat in my car, feeling in awe of the wonders of nature.