I went out this afternoon and walked up into the field above the house to watch the skies as the sun set behind the trees.  At one point, a hawk came flying through the tops of the trees and then turned toward some trees between me and house rather than continuing across the field.  I watched it dip and turn a few more times as it made its way toward the trees on the other side of the road and the fields beyond them.  I wondered for a moment if he’d taken one look at me and decided I wouldn’t make a tasty supper and had likely scared off anything that would.