Hawk Eyes XIX – Spreading My Wings

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As I sat perched, high in a poplar tree, I could hear them coming from some distance away. Unmistakably the sound of humans, they were off the beaten path, and making their way through the brush. Were they poachers?

Michael and I had just reported some poachers hunting deer, the other day. It was so cool when the police caught them red-handed, in a remote parking lot! They had taken 5 deer. Michael said he loved seeing the shine of the handcuffs on those guys.

But no, these two were a couple, most likely taking a shortcut to the water falls. It was the end of June after all, and a lot more humans were in the forest now. As I watched them, I saw how cute they were together. Hiking boots, and walking sticks, backpacks, that were way too heavy. I started listening to them talk quietly as they put one foot in front of the other.

“John I don’t think this is the way……..we should have stayed on the trail.” But the guy said, “But if we keep walking east….I’m sure we’ll make it to the river…..” But the woman sounded frustrated when she mentioned, “John, these branches are tearing me to shreds!”

So that was it, they were lost! As best he could, the guy was clearing a path in front of them, but it was still tough going. I could see blood from scratches on their arms and legs. Ok, time for me to jump in.

I flew down, and landed on an eye level branch, very close – they couldn’t miss me… “John, a hawk…..look how beautiful she is!” With that encouragement I spread my wings, sitting there, perched on a branch. They both gasped.

I bobbed my head up and down, making some funny noises, and moved to a tree a little further away. Then I did the same thing, with the bobbing and noise making, and with my wings still outstretched. The woman said, “John, I think she wants us to follow her.”

And they did follow me. I led them all the way to the river, our river. I really felt like it belonged to Michael and I, even though no one can own nature. So much of our love, and our time, was spent here.

In a lot of ways our river was like our front porch. Just being together, without say anything is sometimes the best medicine. Medicine!

Thinking of medicine reminded me, I needed to head home and check on Michael. He has been injured lately, in one of our battles with the Dark Forest. A raven broad sided him, injuring his ribs. Michael didn’t have any problems burning that thing up, even though he was in a lot of pain.

We have had some horrific battles the past few days. And in addition to being in pain, my man has been down. Life lately, has not been all about frolicking in the forest, and making love, that’s for sure.

But the fact is, Michael and I are closer than ever now, and we will continue to fight the forces of darkness, with everything we’ve got.

Peace Out!

Michelle.

 

I hope you have enjoyed this series!

       

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Hawk Eyes XVIII – Discovering

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Hey y’all! I’m going to keep this one shorter today because Michael and I are still on our honeymoon. Mornings are so different now. For one thing, Michael cooks breakfast for us (sigh). He is amazing with eggs and turkey sausage. But as I write this at home, Michael is distracting me!

Anyway! There is something else so different now, when we wake up together, which is hard to describe. A oneness, a closeness, perhaps a knowing, that we’ve never had before. Michael calls it a spiritual connection between us.

When we are not busy discovering each other, we transform ourselves into hawks, and practice bird languages outside. This is so cool! We perch ourselves on trees and listen at first, then we start singing and speaking to bluebirds, robins, and chickadees. Michael amazes me with his chickadee!

Seriously though, he is good, but he always struggles with trying to speak crow. I told him yesterday, “Michael please try to concentrate, this is so important!” “We need to understand their language, because we might need it when we fight the Dark Forest.”

I had him on that, and he knew it, so he just shook his head yes. He stopped making jokes about shaping our mouths.

And as we soar together, filling our wings, we are finding more of our gifts. Actually, I discovered one from a dream I had. We tried it the following day as we were flying. I can actually replicate myself, at least giving the allusion that there are dozens of hawks flying. I can only do this though, while airborne.

And Michael can fly incredibly fast without using his wings. I call it “turbo flying”. I have no idea how he does this, and he doesn’t either!

Michael discovered a gift by accident, that we both have. We were flying in different parts of the forest, and he said later that he could see what I was seeing. What!! And now I can do this too, both of us have practiced this for the last of couple of days. It takes a lot concentration though.

Well I gotta go now! Michael is inviting me to the stream nearby, which is my favorite place in the whole world!

I’ll tell you more about our lives as hawks – in a few days!

Peace Out.

Michelle

     

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Hawk Eyes XVII – The Two Become One

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So how do I describe our wedding night in a poetic way? No, I’m not the type to describe every kiss and maneuver! H’mm, but we were lost in each other, blending. The two as one spirit, and yet different. Space and time seemed annihilated. We were the ebb and flow of oceans.

Not bad for a Tom Boy, huh? Yeah, I grew up kind of rough, never liking guys until much later. And I certainly wasn’t looking for Mr. Right, and picket fences. That’s not me! But then maybe that was all preparation for now, and the life Michael and I were living.

Michael. Just his name makes my heart beat. As we stood on top of our mountain, making sure no one else was around, I had to confess to him, hoping he wouldn’t be angry with me. We were holding each other’s hands, looking into each other’s large hawk eyes, when I said, “Michael, I have a confession to make.” He said nothing but had questions in his eyes.

“Michael, when we first met, I was only acting weird, I wasn’t really…..well maybe a little.” “But sweetheart I followed you in to the bar that night……because I thought you might be like I am, and well, I wanted you to like me.” “To be honest Michael I was after you….in a good way though.”

The biggest smile came over his face. And you know what he said? He said, “I already figured that out – are you ready to say our pledges now?” I was floored.

It was a hot summer day, and sweat was beginning to pour off me, as we stood in the sunlight. All I could think about really ladies, was dipping into the cool mountain stream we both loved……. “Yes, My Love.” was all I could say. I made sure I said it in a sultry, whisper kind of way. Wink wink.

We actually pledged ourselves to each other twice that day. Once as humans, and once as hawks. And here is what we said to each other:

I pledge myself to you forever, to love you and cherish you, regardless of what battles we may face.

I will always be faithful to you, I will care for you, and take care of you when you’re sick. I will forsake all darkness, and fight with, not against you.

May we grow as a couple, and may we seek ways to love each other even more over time.

Until death do we part.

Amen.

Kind of cool huh? So, after we both said this on our mountain top, we changed into hawks, and went to our favorite pine tree, repeating the same words, with slight variations.

Michael surprised me, when he jumped from the pine tree, and in midflight, changed into a human again, and landed in the river. “C’mon he yelled!” I spread my wings and landed on his shoulder. He gently presented his hand, and my talons grabbed hold, being careful not to squeeze too hard.

And when I changed into Michelle again, we gave each other our first kiss as a married couple, knee deep in the wonderful river we loved. Michael said it was symbolic somehow.

We took our time and made sure we enjoyed it!

Peace Out!

Michelle.

       

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Hawk Eyes XVI – Dreaming

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Hey – Michelle here again. So, when the talons of the magnificent eagle, sank into the demon-creature everything changed. No, I’m serious. The eagle made it look soo easy. He grabbed this creature from hell, or whatever it was by the shoulders, or where shoulders should be, and the battle in the air just sort of stopped.

There were only two hawks, and dozens of bluejays left flying around. And then the eagle lifted the demon thing in the air, it screamed worse than an injured animal. I’m sure people heard it for miles.

Michael’s fire – exterminating the portal of the Dark Forest, was still blazing, and in the far distance I could hear sirens. The eagle then carried the screaming demon-creature towards the fire Michael had created, and once it was close, I heard a booming voice, say in perfect English, “Michael, more fire!!”

Michael went for it, and as the screaming demon-creature was dropped into the blaze, Michael let loose with 2 more explosions, and streams of fire like I had never seen before. The flames easily reached 300 ft. in the air.

And then everything went quiet, except for the huge fire burning. Strangely the fire only burned the portal, and the ground underneath it. It never extended beyond that circle.

As I came in for a landing near Michael, he fainted. That was the only problem with using our gifts – they usually wiped us out in the way of energy. Our hawk friends came down too, out of concern. I explained he was going to be alright. I thanked them profusely, but in a dignified, and victorious manner!

As best as I could I thanked the bluejays, in their language, and they acted like it was no big deal. The robin language was always easier for me. Anyway, the bluejays were soon off in different directions, as the sirens got closer. The fire was dying down, but we needed to get out of there. Wait!

Where did the eagle go? I was twisting my hawk head all around, but it wasn’t anywhere. Was it really an eagle, or an angel, or what? I had no idea, but I needed to lift up my hero somehow, so we wouldn’t be picked up by the firefighters, or worse get sprayed with foam.

There’s something very cool about being able to change into a hawk and back into a human. And that’s what I needed here. As a human, I tore a piece of my jeans and made a sling to put Michael in, and slung him over my shoulder, and off into the forest we went.

I climbed as high as I could into a pine tree both of us loved, and tied Michael into place so he wouldn’t fall. Changing back into a hawk, I began listening to the sound of the river, our river, which put me to sleep in no time.

And for sure, I was dreaming of Michael……no not like that……ok well maybe a little like that, but mostly I was thinking of him not wanting to take the easy way, and just be a “couple.”

No, he wanted a pledge, a commitment. As weird as our life was right now – Michael wanted a marriage. I started dreaming of words we could say to each other…….and yep, I was in love now for sure. Even as a hawk – he is so handsome!

To be honest ladies…..I couldn’t wait…..well…… to be married!

 

More on the two of us, in a couple of days!

Peace Out!

Michelle

 

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Hawk Eyes XIV – He Amazes Me

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Hey everyone, this is Michelle. Ladies, I’m not sure how to describe this but there is nothing…….I mean nothing……like flying with your guy, wingtip to wingtip!

About a week after Michael moved in, the two of us were soaring…..and I remember that day because I had more than the wind, filling my wings. I was more amazed everyday with this guy!

Why do we ladies do that? It’s like…… each time he floored me with a look or something he said, I was stunned, caught in like…..suspended animation or something. Time stood still, and then suddenly kicked in again.

Anyway, we had just visited with some hawk friends, yes you heard right, we have friends that are hawks. They do know all about us, that we are humans sometimes, and they help us with our speaking and understanding the hawk language.

I was so proud of Michael! I know some of our ability is natural, genetic for sure, but it is still a language we are learning. And Michael has such a wonderful accent. I would say……it’s ancient……or maybe more classical, than any other bird of prey that I’ve heard.

On the way back, we flew much higher than normal and the view! Michael said, “Let’s practice our diving!” And off he went, his powerful wings folded, head down, speeding straight for the earth! Like I said….he amazes me now.

After a few dives, he invited me to one of our favorite rivers. By the way, when we are hawks, we can only speak the hawk language, but we can understand humans. And the reverse is true too, when we are humans we can understand hawk, but we’re not able to speak it. It has to do with biology and the shape of our mouths.

Anyway, we landed on one of our favorite branches, right next to the river. His voice was low, but in perfect hawk he said, “Michelle you know I love you…..and I was thinking……that maybe, no maybe……I know – it’s time we made us even stronger.

My hawk heart was pounding about a hundred miles an hour! I want you all to know that Michael and I well…..we weren’t  completely a couple. Ok, I’ll just say it, we hadn’t consummated yet!

Michael continued, “I have no idea how we could be married……but here, or maybe on the top of our mountain, we could pledge ourselves to each other.” I was all over it ladies! “Of course of My Love!” came out so quick, it surprised even me.

I was about to say more, but he moved in close, and I leaned over, placing my beak in the feathers of his neck. We were silent for a while, just listening to each other breathe. Then we heard something, felt it deep in our spirits, we both sat up. Michael yelled, “A portal opening!”

We could sense the evil of the Dark Forest, trying to tear open the air. And then I screamed, “Michael look! Ravens!”

To be continued by me, Michelle.

Peace Out!

   

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Hawk Eyes XIII – A Pair of Hawks

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Hey, this is Michelle. If you could have seen his face, as he walked into my underground home! He simply couldn’t believe it. I’ve always been proud of my place. I even put tile down as flooring, but there were two things that stood out to Michael.

First, the lighting I installed really lights the place up. “Where is the electricity coming from?” he asked. I thought it was kind of obvious that it was solar, but you know how men are ladies…….they kind of miss what is so plain to see…..don’t they? “It’s solar Michael” I said smiling.

The other thing he loved were the books. He was in awe really. And you know what? It was kind of nice to see him think of me differently after that. I have biology, chemistry, and every kind of wilderness survival book, and solar energy book you could think of. He was stunned.

He sat down in the middle of the great room speechless. But when I served up some roasted wild turkey, and a salad (yes I have a refrigerator built into the stone) he kept saying, “I had no idea, I had no idea”, as he shook his head.

It was Michael though, that brought up sleeping together. He dipped a piece of roasted turkey into his salad dressing, and said, “Michelle…..I see you have only one bed, but everything’s been happening…..well so fast…..” He stopped talking, put down his fork, and stared at his bowl of salad.

I thought we were doing great, but for the first time I began to see things from where he was. It had been overwhelming, and it would be overwhelming for anyone going through what he had. And we had only known each other for 2 ½ days! And to be honest, we were both exhausted.

Finally I said, “Relax Michael, we can do like we have been, sleeping next to each other……you know, without getting it on!” I couldn’t resist the humor, and we both chuckled. He seemed relieved the pressure was off, so I jumped in with, “And for tomorrow why don’t we practice our flying, and some of our gifts?!” He smiled from ear to ear on that one.

We hit the sack early that night. I really love sleeping with Michael, and having him next to me, gives me the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had. I could just imagine what it would be like, when…..well you know…..we were married or whatever. And I love waking up next to him! Sigh.

We headed out early the next day, and practiced transforming ourselves, from humans to hawks, and back again. And I was careful to explain that this is the only practice we can do close to home. We didn’t want to attract anything or anyone, picking us up on their scanners.

So we flew some 20 miles away, so Michael could practice throwing some fire around, and I showed him how I hide things, including us becoming invisible. I was about to test Michael on some other gifts I thought he might have, when we both detected some evil in the skies, some distance off to the north, so we high-tailed it out of there, flying at a low altitude.

We weren’t done for the day though. When we got home I introduced Michael to the world of bird languages! Ain’t it cool?!

Next time I’ll tell you about Michael learning the hawk language, and the two of us getting……well a little bit closer.

Peace out!

Michelle

     

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Hawk Eyes XII – Our Home

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Ok I admit it, I did put a toad down the back of her shirt on the way home. She screamed, she jumped, she took her shirt off. But then she got angry, chased me and yelled, “You dog!” She caught me too, tried tickling me, but I’m not ticklish. Ok….well that’s not entirely true.

Anyway, I’m getting distracted, telling you about our journey back home. Besides the rolling around and laughing our heads off, I asked Michelle a lot of questions. One of them was, “Hey Michelle, are all crows filled with evil?” She said, “Not crows Michael, ravens!” “You mean there’s a difference??”

I learned more about nature that day, than I have at any point in my life. She told me, “Ravens are much larger than crows, and many have decided to join the dark forces.” “And crows, there’re too selfish to think of anything but themselves….so they don’t choose sides.” I said, “I had no idea…”

Making the final ascent up to the ridge, Michelle declared, “I need a bath!” So I suggested we head for the stream I was in just yesterday. “Ok, we’ll have to stand guard for each other though, meaning we each take a bath….one at a time.” I started turning red.

As we walked under a group of pine trees, Michelle stopped dead in her tracks. I blurted out, “What’s wrong?” Michelle looked serious, when she turned around, and suggested we have a seat right there. So we sat down, and Michelle said, “Nothing’s wrong Michael…” She was hesitating but with tenderness filling her bulging hawk eyes and her voice, she said, “Michael I think you’re going to love where I live…but you know what?” I waited. “It’s your home too now.”

“There’s no going back now Michael.” When she said that, it was like the floor had dropped out from under me, and to be honest it wasn’t something I had thought of before. I know my face must have been ashen, “You mean no more being a salesman?” She shook her head no.

“You saw how the Dark Forest came after you.” “Because you’re so special, the darkness wants you dead Michael.” “You wouldn’t be safe down there again, and besides we have a job to do.” “That time you called the cops on the thugs breaking into houses, that was only the beginning.”

A few minutes later I was a hawk again, sitting on one of the large branches of an oak tree, guarding Michelle. In particular, there was a waterfall she enjoyed, like a shower. Even though I saw the back of her a few times I was too lost in thought to think about her that way.

I guess, in a way…..I was saying goodbye to the life I once knew. Even though I loved flying, and I was really digging Michelle, I was letting go of what I used to know, of who I used to be…..and……well it was tough.

After grabbing a quick dip myself, Michelle led me to some boulders well hidden in dense forest. She simply touched one of them and the opening was revealed. When I say that, I don’t mean it slid open – I mean one second the rock was there, and the next it wasn’t.

Michelle was beaming, and said, “Welcome home!”

Michelle wants to tell the next few parts, so she will in a couple of days. She’s a better story teller than I am anyway!

      

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