June 21st, 2009
The last few days a hawk has come to perch on our terrace wall, hunting, I think. We live atop the tallest building for many blocks and only from here can he see everything around with his keen hawk eyes. If we move very slowly and don’t make noise the sun on the glass keeps him from noticing us and we can get pretty close to this wild creature and watch him watching the city from our piece of the sky.
If you double click the photo you can see him quite well. I checked online and I think he is a white throated hawk. The smaller of the species because he’s male, he’s not as big as I imagined a hawk would be, but there is his hooked bill and there he sits, hunting his prey from way up here. He is a strange creature to me, but beautiful. He seems sweet and soft, yet he has sharp talons and a beak made for ripping apart the flesh of the small creatures he feeds on. He is a raptor, and, he’s adorable. He seems to look at me with his cute little round black eyes, making sure I keep my distance, letting me know he’s not afraid of me.
Buenos Aires is a hard city, busy and crowded, never silent. It must not be easy to be a wild thing in this city, evidenced by how few of them there are. Touching up against nature and wildness is the thing I most hunger for living here in this concrete jungle and for the last couple of days I have felt reverent and joyful at his visits. I am almost sure he will not stay long but his time here thus far has been a gift to me.