We were blessed this year to have a pair of hawks raise three babies on our property. They started with four, but one must have tried to leave too soon. There were a few days of constant crying, both from the parents and the young eyas, but trying to gather him home was abandoned into silence. It was exhilarating as the remaining three grew. They would boisterously practice flying and diving, constantly going between the large poplar in my pasture, the tree line along the edge of my property and a tree literally just feet from my back door. I wondered why and how they could be so loud. You would think they should be more silent to be deadly, but none-the-less we watched in amazement as they caught rabbits, one dropping the pray and another swooping to pluck it from the air before it hit the ground. All of this is lodged in my memory. There are no pictures or video. It seemed that I would run to get my camera when I heard the loud cries begin knowing the aerial show was about to start, just to find dead batteries or something of the sort.
It seems quite silly, but for a few years leading up to this, I’ve seem to know the pair that grace my property. The female tends to hunt across the road through the open fields and along the creek, and the male toward the direction of our house and over my pasture. I know that all of them couldn’t stay in my tiny area, just the mother and father cover more ground than I own. I have to admit, though, now even when I’m a little farther from home I get a tinge of excitement when I see a hawk, and hope it’s one of “our babies” doing well in the world.
So, I was driving home the other day just a couple hundred feet from my driveway and saw at least twenty buzzards in the field across the road. There were A LOT of them. I thought someone must have dumped a deer carcass or something. Then as I came up on them, a hawk spread its wings, holding them erect for what seemed like an eternity. I stopped the truck and stared in amazement. Here, in the midst of an ocean of scavengers was one raptor. It had nothing more in front of it than a small rabbit at best. But there were the buzzards, just waiting to get a piece.
Sometimes what it is you’re up against is bigger than you. Maybe even an army of bigger than you. Remember that you were made in greatness. He has left the buzzards to scavenge, but has told you where to find your Food. The scavengers will glare at you. They will try to intimidate you. Keep close in your heart who you are in Him. Know that they can only stare so long as you keep hold.