A challenge to LOVE
Ridgefield Wildlife Refuge
I was awakened Saturday morning by a beautiful, red-tailed hawk on a tree branch inches away from my open bedroom window.
I heard the screeching and did not know what it was at first. A bird I did not recognize.
Creeping silently to the window, I raised my head to see this wondrous creature yowling into the morning sun. And then I looked down.
The diet of hawks is about 85% rodent, which is what I expected to see. What I saw horrified me; in the claws of this great raptor was another bird, dead and limp.
These are the birds that usually waken me with soft songs of love and grace. Harmonies of hope and new beginnings. Not today.
“We are under the sad delusion our mission is to be hawks for Christ”
As I watched the hawk attempt to both feast and hang onto her…
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