Heading west on this glorious November day, I followed Interstate 70, the most direct route between our two homes. Red-tailed hawks are always common along this highway but they were especially abundant today.
While most perched on trees, power poles or road signs, seeming to mark my path, some circled above the highway or hunted on adjacent farmlands. On occasion, one would streak across the road, disappearing into tall grass that lines the Interstate. West of Salina, where the terrain begins a gradual climb to the High Plains, tree-cover thins out and the red-tails gradually decreased in number.
Though I hesitate to attribute human sensibilities to most other animal species, the hawks appeared to relish the inviting autumn weather as much as I did. To imagine such a close connection, however unscientific, serves to remind us that all life forms on Planet Earth are interdependent.

