The hawks again

One day, earlier this week, we encountered the hawks again. It was by the stream that we saw the first one. We must have startled it as we walked by as it rose suddenly from below and disappeared into the trees. Then the air filled with screeches - the kind a hawk makes when it circles the skies. We scanned the treetops trying to follow the sound but saw nothing but the dense canopy. We had started to move on when, from  the opposite direction, the second hawk appeared flying high up into the tree before us. Then we understood. The startled offspring had called for its mother and here she was. From the branches above she watched us, and when satisfied that we presented no threat, she silently departed in the direction of the stream. We chatted happily about seeing the hawks again as we made our way home, stopping only to admire a butterfly as it landed in the grass.

Monarch butterfly on a blade of grass