I crested the hill on my way to work, and perched on a powerline was the biggest Red Tailed Hawk I’ve ever seen in my life. The sun was rising on the other side of the road, dusting the snow covered mountains in pink and gold light, still half covered in shadow, just waking up. The road in front of me was straight and clear, there were no other cars. As I drove past this big guy I slowed down and was gonna stop to take a picture, but we locked eyes, he flung open his massive wings, dust swirling in the air around him, glinting in the new sunlight. He shook himself out like a wet dog and swooped in front of my window and into the pine grove across the street.