Like a hawk

Buddy and I had a friend on our ride today. I’m not very good at bird of prey identification, but I’m guessing kestrel as it was hovering over the field.

Then as we got closer, it landed on one of the telegraph poles. Each time we got closer, it flew down the lane to the next pole. It happened over and over again.

I love birds of prey. There’s something very special about them. I see them a lot. As we were coming back, I saw a buzzard and a red kite too.

I remember someone telling me that it was a positive sign seeing them. It meant I was guided and protected. As I navigate another medical issue with my Dad, I’d be grateful for both.

I’ve been on that particular emotional rollercoaster for nearly 7 years now. First with my Mum, then my Dad joined in. Now it’s just my Dad, but it’s still tough. I’m also very grateful that I still have one parent. Getting older sucks…

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