Each morning as I drive from Virginia in to Washington, I witness a majestic hawk sitting in one of the few trees located at the convergence of several major roads that funnel traffic in and out of the city. Or sometimes he is perched atop one of the tall lights that line the Roosevelt Bridge. I see him a second time each day as I head out of the city. He is as predictable as the traffic I find there every day.
Several times, I have seen his breakfast or dinner catch – a fish plucked from the Potomac, a rodent, and one time even another bird. Despite the completely congested area he inhabits, there seems no shortage of prey.
I wonder if the drivers of any of the thousands of cars that pass over every day have noticed him. I wish there were fewer cars on that bridge so I could take a longer look. Despite his regularity, his presence in this place surprises me each day.