A blessing

My husband attracts hawks everywhere he goes—from our urban home to the hidden-away slot canyons in Arizona—they seek him out.

He seems to enjoy them as much as they do him, co-existing in silence.

Last week, my husband found this hawk feather in our yard.

Evidently, hawks had been hanging around the house for a few days. He was paying attention, noticing... I was not.

We love this feather. It fell upon our home following a hectic few weeks, offering its blessing.