posted on May, 29 2012 @ 11:10 PM
"Hook" by Walter Van Tilberg Clark was a short story that always made me feel close to Hawks. I also owned one as a child long before reading his
materpiece about Hook the hawk. My hawk adamus, came to me and my family by chance. He was a sparrow hawk, unlike hook who I believe was a red tailed
hawk which is much larger.
Anyway, Adamus landed on my father's head out in the front of our home back in 1979. When he did, i believed my father was some sort of god. Then, we
realized that he had a clip on his leg that proved he was trained and was someone's pet. Being the good people that my folks were, they made us put a
statement in the newspaper that read "hawk found", that included our Phone number. I remember being so angry at my parents for doing that. After
all, we found him so that made him ours right? Well, so I foolishly believed.
Anyway, my father built a home for him above our deck in the backyard. He took a 4x4 and cut a hole for it within the deck. It was about 25 feet high
or so. Then, he placed a wooden box that he built on top of the pole. My father was great when working with wood. Adamus immediately made it his home.
I am sure the raw steak and chiken gizzerds helped him feel at home at make his decision. Everyday i would come home from school and run up our back
slope, that led to rolling hills beyond with various wildlife, and I would yell to Audamus and then run down the hill and he would try to land on my
head while I ran down. He could hurt you, but he never meant to.
So luckily, nobody ever claimed him, even though my folks left the classified ad in the lost and found section of the newspaper for 1 month. ThinkIng
about where we lived in Northern California, he could have flown for hundreds of miles because there is so much open space in Nor Cal. Plus, Sparrow
hawks are native to California as well as many states here in America. Which brings up the fact that Adamus found a female sparrow hawk as a lover
beyond our backyard out in the hills. She never became tame, even after watching us feed Adamus. I am glad that she did not looking back now.
The happiness that this smaller bird of prey brought to me and my family I can never put into words. Eventually I could run down that same hill and
hold up a star wars or GI Joe figure for him and he would take it right out of my fingers. We learned early on use thin leather gloves for the hands
and thick leather gloves for the forearms. Now, the fate of one of the greatest friends I ever had as a child has to be told.
One day, I came home from school to see my father digging a hole while crying. There was a vans shoe box, mine actually, sitting to the side. He said
to me son, Adamus is gone, the cats killed him. I am sorry. Well, he was sobbing like I never seen. My father loved that hawk maybe more than I did, I
dunno. What happened was Atamus let his guard down while walking around our slope. Two of my cats, Rocky and Peaches flanked him and then dragged
Atamus under our deck where they had their way with his corpse.
All i can say is that I was devastated to say the least, but I noticed how bad my Father was upset. Then he told me that while he was building the
fence, he witnessed Atamus's murder. He actually had to witness both of our cats devour our pet hawk under the deck. My father could not fit under
the deck and could only jump on top of it and spray a hose underneath it. However, it was far too late, Atamus was gone.
Finally, Until this day I have no idea what happened to my Cat Rocky, he never came back. Peaches came back the next morning. I think my Father ran
them off after watching Atamus die, and he loved those cats. He loved all animals. That is the Atamus story. My point? I feel close to hawks, and if
you enjoyed my story, then you will love the story about Hook the japanese red tailed hawk. Best wishes my friends. ~$heopleNation