Henry Hawk
Short Story - Fiction
A log filled creek,
running quietly behind a small subdivision, a wooded hillside, small fish and
salamanders swimming in the shallow water, made a perfect home for Henry. He
sat still as a squirrel played on the limb a few feet from him. As the squirrel
jumped to another limb, Henry shifted his attention to the creek, spotting a
salamander crawling along the bottom, tilted his head slightly taking aim, then
swooping down through the trees to the creek, he snatched the unsuspecting
salamander with his claws and continued up away from the water to the roof of a
small shed.
Unable to fly,
Henry would hop up and down the creek bank looking for food, then return to his
new home under the shed to rest. He missed soaring through the trees and
chasing the other hawks, but life was different now.
The small backyard
world had changed, Henry had grown up watching the squirrels and rabbits run
through the yards. He normally swooped down on the field mice and chipmunks
that were plentiful around the bushes and along the creek, but as he grew
larger and stronger, the larger animals became a part of his daily diet. And so
first the small animals disappeared, then the larger ones as Henry’s appetite
increased. The deer and crows still came through as Henry was now back looking
for food in the creek.
Now it was Henrys
turn to be the victim. He had to be more careful, choosing when to venture out,
checking for anyone who might attack, living on the ground was certainly more
of a challenge, than soaring high in the sky. Learning when to play dead and
never draw attention to his hiding place under the shed.
Each day Henry
would try to use his damage wing, he could move it slightly and soon he could
tuck it in next to his body where it did not drag the ground. At last he felt a
little more normal. An owl came each night and perched on a limb just over the
roof of the shed. Hoot, hoot, and hoot went the owl all night long keeping
Henry from getting any sleep. In the morning the crows would taunt him, knowing
that he was helpless to chase them off. Soon he could hop up to the top of the
back of a swing that over looked the creek where he could look for fish and
salamanders.
Each morning around
seven Bill would take Rusty, a long hair Yorkie, for a walk in the backyard,
and each time Rusty would try to check out the opening behind the shed. Henry
would move to a dark corner and watch Rusty sniff around the opening. Bill kept
a tight grip on the leash and would not let him get under the shed. One morning
Bill and Rusty were a little late, and Henry was perched on the back of the
swing watching the creek. Rusty took off in a fast run for the swing, jerking
the leash out of Bill’s hand. Henry heard him coming and hopped down, then took
off across the creek on the tree that used to hold his nest. Once on the other
side, he stopped to see if Rusty would followed him across the log.
Rusty stopped at
the log and barked until Bill reached him and quieted him down. Each morning
after that it became a game to see if Rusty could catch Henry before he got
across the creek. After several weeks of this, Bill started just letting Rusty
go to chase the hawk. As last Rusty got a little too close and Henry instantly tried
to fly. Leaving the back of the swing he flounder in the air for a moment then
managed to glide down to the water.
Henry practiced
hopping up and flapping his wings, getting a little stronger each day and gliding
further each attempt. Soon he was able to gain enough height to glide the
entire width of the yard and made a landing on a low nearby limb. Feeling proud
he remained there the rest of the day. That night the owl did not bother him,
and the crows stayed clear the next morning. When Rusty came looking for him,
he would swoop down and try to touch the top of his head. Bill got a little nervous
and started holding him back.
Soon Henry was back
in the sky, soaring high with the other hawks. He even found a new tree and a
place to sleep. Checking on Rusty each morning.
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