Rebecca, thanks so much for this. Actually, I wonder what kind of hawk
has red eyes, too, and looked through Sibley to find it -- but didn't.
But its eyes were most certainly, and very, red.
We have 'puple finches', which in fact have red heads, a sort of
burgundy red, but not at all purple.
So I am actually recording just what happened -- though this may be a
falcon rather than a hawk -- and I didn't actually see which bird it
got, but today there were chicadees, nuthatches, sparrows, and finches
to choose from.
But -- I was concerned that the ending here was too 'pat' -- and I
think that is what you, too, are seeing?
On 2/8/06, Rebecca Seiferle <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Sharon, I like this, maybe because a hawk has been keeping me company all
> winter, flying to the top of the great pine every morning as I go out on the deck.
>
> But I wondered what sort of hawk is "red-eyed" just as I wondered what sort of
> finch in February in Montana, and then realized that in a way I feel the poem as
> if were steered, from that 'red-eyed', it seemed certain that the hawk would
> have a dead red bird in its claws at the end. It seems to undercut the speaker's
> stance of uncertainty, considering, questioning, unsure about "God" which
> becomes variously "Force" than "Faith on a monitor," like asking a question that
> one always has an answer for.
>
> Well, I hope that makes sense, and just disregard if it's of no use. It's not so
> easy really for a hawk to catch another bird out of the air, I watched this hawk
> here try one morning for an hour without success which is probably why they
> usually go for rodents.
>
> best,
>
> Rebecca
>
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