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| Black Hawk minutes after we found him, Alone in the alfalfa field only 4 weeks old. |
"Walker, Kollie !" my husband, Paul, called out to our dogs. "Get over here !" Those two dogs love the tall grass borders along the alfalfa fields and tend to get caught up exploring, sniffing, eating grass, and peeing on all the wild scents. They ran back to us as we made the turn towards our home. At that moment I heard high pitched sound, like a hawk, which I thought was coming from the bushes along the fence. My husband even asked, "Is that a hawk?" Probably a hawk hunting we assumed and walked on home.
The next morning we set out on our walk. Paul confided to me that the thought of the hawk kept him awake all night. He told me he wanted to check that area thoroughly in case the hawk was injured. We entered the field. The alfalfa had grown near 8" high and we picked up our feet to step over each clump. We stopped at the spot where we heard the hawk cry out. I leashed the dogs and stayed back while Paul went ahead and searched along the bushes.
I thought I heard him say kittens and rushed over to see. A tiny black kitten emerged from the bushes wobbling straight for me. My heart pounded in my chest. There was a bed and a bowl of food and water hidden back against the fence that runs along a very busy country road. "What shall we do?" Paul asked. "I am taking him home with us." I answered. I felt so sad someone would leave such a helpless creature in an alfalfa field exposed to the freezing nights and predators.
"Mew ! Mew!" the little baby kitty cried and cried. Then it struck us...it was the kitten crying out yesterday, not a hawk. As we continued our walk we decided we'd name him, Black Hawk. I asked Paul for Kollie's pink bandana. He untied it from her neck and I wrapped it around the kitten to keep it warm. I held her close on my chest.
When we got home we went and bought him some kitten formula and a bottle. More on that later.
This is the video below of our dear little Black Hawk on his first day home.
I realized the best thing had happened. We found Black Hawk and he had found a loving home on Little Utah Farm.
Thank you for visiting Little Utah Farm.
Until next time,
We will be posting updates on Black Hawk's life with us.
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| Deborah Moen Little Utah Farm |
