The valley between the sloping hills stretched and wound around with the creek. The brittle golden fields met the rocky hills, where rows of avocado groves clung to the rocky sides. The wind rustled the leaves, birds circled in the sky, and creatures scurried about their lives. I looked out across the valley and to the mountains beyond.
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A red tailed hawk’s cry sliced through the quiet. Up high, he had been riding the waves of air, but his predator’s eyes remained earth bound. He folded his wings in, tucked his head down, and dove out of the sky. It was so fast, so incredibly fast.