Most stunning event on my ride!
I was riding through the Pokomoke Forest where I often see a lot of wildlife- deer, turkeys, rabbits, foxes , squirrels, groundhogs etc.
At one point I startled a red tailed hawk which was on the ground by the shoulder of the road. As it got up it flew along side of me about a foot in front of my right rear view mirror. It’s wing tips we’re almost touching the mirror but we kept that pace together for about 100 yards until the canopy opened up and it banked up and off to the right into the woods. I could see it’s beak and eye as it looked back at me intermittently and I could see every little feather on its legs where it transitioned to its talons. I could have reached out and touched it. Incredible. Very moving.
I have read and heard about people dreaming they were flying. I have never had that dream (Falling from precipitous heights? Yeah, I’ve had that dream a lot but not flying)
I think a big part of the appeal or riding for me is the sensation akin to flying, especially on a twisty 2 lane road with a lot of lean angle. But I have never felt so much like flying as when that creature was flying off my rear view mirror. I’m certain that is my Spirit Guide.
“You can be my wingman anytime!”
Ride safely, my friends.
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OK, OK, OK!…
Now it’s getting a little wierd!
So last week I had Mr. Red tail as a riding buddy.
Today I went out for a Fathers Day, Dawn’s early light, ride to the Blackwater wildlife refuge. And wildlife there was. Many white tail and Sika deer. Like, 15 in onesies and twosies. (I notice they would just stand on the shoulder and stare at me until I was within 10-20 yard and then they would turn and scamper into the woods. I suspect they were classic “deer in the headlight “ even though it was daylight. )
Suddenly a red tailed hawk swoops down low over my head from behind, flies down low in front of my Scout for a long 5 count and banks up and off to the left.
20 minutes later another red tailed hawk drops out of the tree to my right and cruised out front for a dozen or so wing beats until he trailed off.
THEN, I rounded a corner and a bald eagle was hovering 6 feet of the road surface as I passed him on the right.
To cap it off an osprey sailed over the road in front of me for about 50 yards.
I am not sure what all this means or if it’s just a natural coincidence but I have to say as wonderful an experience as it was, it’s kind of spooking me out a bit.
I’m reminded of the King of the Hill episode where Bobby revives a whooping crane he thought he’d killed.
Maybe, in the words of Bobby Hill…,
“I’m a Shaman!”
Ride safely, my friends.