I looked up to see a Cooper's Hawk gliding across the Volunteer Parkway in south Bristol Tennessee, Tuesday evening, carrying dinner home just before sunset. It suddenly seemed a few seconds of passive bonding. Little did she have any notice of my passage but I had a warm sense of her appointed chores. My Cooper's mom makes near stealthy flights across the Cedar Creek valley in late evenings. I don't usually see her food provision. I hear her faint high-pitched call to the young. I hear food cries calling back to mom. It matters not that I know where they are. It matters that they know -- and they do. Nothing beats a heart beat that pounds with nature's. Let's go birding...... Wallace Coffey Bristol, TN