Mondays

Monday after a long run is always low energy.

My Zen sitting was interrupted by Denise's reaction to a large hawk hunting in our back yard. It definitely had an eye for a young squirrel it had chased under the staircase to the deck. After attempting to get at the hapless mammal, the hawk flew up to the top of a bird feeder to wait in ambush. After it flew off, the little head of the prey gingerly poked out from the steps. It was some time before he became confident enough to come out for food.

Of course, witnessing this and taking some hurried photographs of the hawk disrupted my attempt at a 'Zen state'. This will come another time.