I
was sleeping peacefully in bed when I heard a loud noise and glass
shattering. I ran to the living room to find both boys snuggling on the
couch watching cartoons. 10 feet behind them was a shattered window and a
hawk scampering on the ground. Yes. A
hawk flew through my window. Yes. My children were oblivious. (They only
looked away to say "it wasn't us".) The hawk was a beast. Hopped back
up to the window and braved shards of glass to get away from the
screaming crazy lady. No. It wasn't hurt. Someday I want to be a hawk.
But not today. Today I get to be on the clean-up crew. **sigh**
