Friday, 21 May 2010
Please, hawk soaring with a snake in it's talons
I woke to the sound of a tractor in the next room.
The fields are being mowed. Nicolas cuts the hay, and then bales it...big, round bales.
He keeps the hay for his labor.
He cut the far field in a perfect amoebae design. Curly and soft.
As the hay dried it turned golden.
When the sun sets the fallen hay looks like undulating golden rivers.
The hawks are flying low this morning. The hay was cut 2 days ago. Mice, snakes all lost their homes. Usually a couple of hawks circle the fields, way high and following the thermals, out for a joy ride.