A Tangled Fledgling in the Dirt
Black plastic mesh pinned the young hawk’s belly firmly against the dry dirt at the edge of the crop row.
Its yellow talons dug into the loose earth, clutching at nothing while synthetic strands crisscrossed over its back and chest.
Each small twitch of its wings only drew the rigid netting tighter around brown and white speckled feathers.
A few yards away, a red pickup truck pulled onto the shoulder of the dirt road, kicking up a low swirl of dust before coming to a stop.
High overhead in the pale evening sky, an adult raptor carved wide, sweeping circles above the yellow sunflower blooms.
Its wide wings remained tilted against the breeze, tracking every shift along the ground below.
The truck door clicked open, and heavy leather work boots stepped down into the soil.
Careful Hands and Sharp Blades
A man in a wide-brimmed straw hat dropped onto both knees in the dirt beside the bird.
He pulled thick yellow work gloves tight over his fingers and drew a pair of small red-handled shears from his vest.
“Easy,” he murmured, keeping his voice low as his shadow fell over the ruffled feathers. “Easy, little hawk.”
The bird tilted its head back, tracking the edge of the blade with wide, alert dark eyes.
The man slid one gloved finger beneath the tightest plastic strand, lifting the grid away from the hawk’s throat.
A single snap of the shears parted the top loop.
He worked his thumb underneath the next cross-section, pressing down against the soil to prevent the blade from grazing delicate skin.
With each sharp snip, a knot of black plastic fell slack against the ground.
The hawk shifted its weight, pressing its chest forward as more space opened around its shoulders.
Stepping Away From the Plastic Shell
The man used the flat of his gloved palm to peel the cut lattice away from the bird’s left flank.
The young bird kicked its right foot forward, hooking a talon into the dirt and levering its body upward.
Brown wing feathers spread out wide, shaking off small clumps of dry earth that clung to the quill shafts.
The man stayed down on one knee, holding the severed netting flat against the ground so no loose loops caught on the claws.
The hawk wobbled, caught its balance on bright yellow legs, and took two clumsy steps toward the field border.
It paused directly beside a weathered square wooden fence post sunk into the trench.
Its neck stretched upward, looking toward the open rows where thousands of yellow flowers faced the late sun.
Taking Flight Over Yellow Blooms
With a short hop, the young raptor pushed off the soil and landed squarely atop the wooden post.
It ruffled its chest, folding and unfolding both wings twice to test the flight feathers along its flanks.
The man remained motionless on his knees in the dirt trail, shears resting quietly against his palm.
The bird dipped its chest low, crouched, and thrust backward with both feet.
Broad patterned wings caught the evening air, lifting the hawk cleanly into the slipstream above the green stalks.
It beat its wings steadily, climbing higher over the golden sea of sunflowers stretching straight toward the setting sun.
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