My first close encounter with a hawk took place over 30 years ago. I was walking on the small hill next to the university where I was a grad student, looking at birds. After spotting several small birds, I turned my head and a chill ran down my spine—on a branch 5 meters away sat a hawk looking straight at me. The bird was not large, but its intense stare cast a spell, and I froze. A scene from The Jungle Book immediately came alive in my mind. I felt like one of the monkeys who were mesmerized and helpless as soon as their eyes met those of a hundred-year-old python. I did not step involuntarily toward the hawk, as the monkeys in the story were drawn toward the python, but the hawk’s large yellow iris, evoking fear and wonder at the same time, was burned into my memory. I was so engrossed by the experience that I don’t think I attempted to identify the hawk at all at the time. Looking back, it was likely an Accipiter virgatus fuscipectus , the endemic subspecies of Bersa in Tai
Ever since last October, when my niece painted our president’s head onto a pumpkin, I’ve been ruminating on posting this. But I have some misgivings that kept me delaying it. So, let me get them out first. Please, don’t think any less of the beautiful mergansers after you finish reading it. My niece’s choice of subject for her art reminded me of a photo I saw in the newspaper more than a year ago (before my home delivery turned into digital subscription). It showed Mr. Trump’s hair rather long, reaching down until its tips rested on his suit jacket’s collar. I was surprised by this “untidiness” which few businessmen or politicians would sport in the US. At the same time, his hair in profile evoked a sense of familiarity in me, but with what? I couldn’t pinpoint the source of déjà vu immediately. After flipping the newspaper page back again, and giving the photo several more stares, it dawned on me: Merganser! ( Source ) ( Source ) A quick search on the internet