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I was thinking about the duck hawk.

One day I was in the valley digging tubers and collecting the tiny new dandelion shoots when Frightful saw another duck hawk and flew from my shoulder like a bolt, pulling the leash from my hand as she went.

The fuzzy body rocked, the tail spread to steady it, and the little duck hawk almost sighed as she sank into the leaves, sleeping.

“I’ll get a duck for our pretty duck hawk. That’ll get her in the net in two seconds.”

“She is a peregrine falcon, or a duck hawk, as these wonderful birds were once called. “She was late in migrating south this year and came over White Man Mountain on a chilly day.