“Looking up, I observed a very slight and graceful
hawk, alternately soaring like a ripple and
tumbling a rod or two over and over, showing the underside of its wings.
It was the most ethereal flight I had ever witnessed. It did not simply flutter
like a butterfly, nor soar like the larger hawks, but it sported with
proud reliance in the fields of air; mounting again and again with its
strange chuckle, it repeated its free and beautiful fall, turning over
and over like a kite, and then recovering from its lofty tumbling, as if
it had never set its foot on terra firma. It appeared to have no
companion in the universe,—sporting there alone,—and to need none
but the morning and the ether with which it played. It was not lonely,
but made all the earth lonely beneath it"

H.D.Toureau, Walden or life in the woods 
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Hawk

this is a private commission in a hold fortified farm in Altamura in the middle of the Alta Murgia.
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