I was on my way to work this morning, turned left to get on the on ramp to the small slab I use to get to work. It is a nice long sweeper, probably an easy 1/8 mile or so. I make the left and see out of the corner of my eye something just a few feet away.
I look over, and there it was, a young Hawk, grey and white with brown trim just 10 ft. from me. He looked right at me, those dead black eyes, he went with me in the wide turn almost all the way onto the main highway. I couldn't hear him, but he was chattering up a storm as we did our little dance.
What a beautiful sight, especially as close ae it got. He banked away toward some trees and I kept going, me flying on my Connie, him, well, just flying.
The few moments went by way to fast.
Ride safe all,
Greg