The Naming of Hawks

This morning began with sun--an amazing, cleansing sun, that struck at the gray from yesterday's rain.

And even though I was early to church, I still found my hawk, being chased by two mockingbirds. I told someone today how I love that every day I come to church and I know the hawk will be there.

I've been told perhaps it's time to name him.

So, here it is--Navarre. If you get the reference you know it's not technically correct, but I couldn't name him Isabeau.




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