Riding my yellow and green mechanical grazer/browzer in my backyard, a shadow in the grass appears. Was it the spirit of the song bird that died last night after colliding with melted sand that appeared as air? The dark shadow appears again imprinted for a moment on the labrinthe pattern in my mown grass. This time I look skyward, and the flying spirit is a bird of prey with outstretched wings circling through the blue sky. I realize that the spirit that first passed my way was a shadow puppet that flew between me and the sun like fingers in front of a flashlight in a dark tent. But I’m a certified volunteer naturalist and must identify this creature correctly to earn “my wings” in the field. I take another look as the bird of prey flies further away and higher in the heavens. It was either an osprey or a redtail hawk I conclude. Since I have a family of redtails nearby and have seen them gliding from tree to tree. My final answer is a redtail since it appears to be hunting over land not like the fish hawk called osprey. I wonder if the redtail eats carrion. Maybe I should leave the thrush’s dead body on a fence post for him to prey upon. I would love to see him up close like I do the yellow finches that flock to my thistle feeder daily.