"You are somewhat like us," Blue Hawk Beldin was shaken out of his introspection by the
caged Buteo Lineatus, "You have been through trauma and need to heal."

He had been thinking of how he found his way to these warm blooded cousins. Being the
time of year when many of his kind felt the need to move on, he took flight. The fact that
he was recovering from his make-over weakened had him to the influences of the
proselytizers. Thus befuddled, he started in a direction which was not a normal migratory
path. As he tipped his wing to his snoring corporeal self (did he have to sleep with his
mouth open like that?) he flew West for 124 miles. The north wind blew him just a bit off
of his course and he took notice of a Valley of Stone beneath him. He descended to the
Raptor Center he saw by a lake.

"Yes, heal.. But how?" Beldin asked Buteo Lineatus.

She stopped her preening and sharply advised, "Yours is more a trauma of the soul. You
split from your brother and need to heal your spirit to decide which path is for you; return,
reconcile, and rejoin or explore your freedom further."

She persisted as Beldin blinked and stared at her, "Proceed west from here, fly over the
Troll Bridge then keep the meadow named for our kind to your right. You will find a
suitable place to roost nearby"

After thanking her, Blue Hawk Beldin followed the wisdom of his cousin. He started to
descend as a #15 on a diamond the color of his cousin's shoulders was tacked to one side
of a tree. He then glided 293 to cross the trail with the markings the color of his tail and
passed over the "J" post . He proceeded in the same direction to the large split pine tree.

"Yes," he though as he perched 5' up under some rocks, "This is a perfect place to reflect
on my circumstances. Half of this tree lives as the other half sleeps on the ground."




--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "true indigo" wrote:
>
> As with many at this time of year, the pull of migration is strong and this box is on the
> move again. More information soon.
>
> t
>
> --- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Lightnin Bug" wrote:
> >
> > Beldin's other half awoke after a very long slumber to find his
> > bodily parts cast asunder, obviously by that malevolent gnome that
> > tormented him some time ago. All that remained was his bottom
> > quarters. Along came a friendly (or fiendly?) traveler that rescued
> > him and brought him back to his laboratory where he received
> > an `extreme makeover.'
> >
> > During this time, Beldin transformed into his alternative form, that
> > of a Blue Tailed Hawk and flew North by Northeast to the same
> > partially eponymous place as his corporeal self.
> >
> > After finding damnation by the Pohopoco, he sought refuge at the
> > encampment of the Proselytizer, searching perhaps for the Cajun holy
> > foodstuffs known as Celery, Bell Peppers and Onions. Along this
> > westerly trail he left the Proselytizers behind, paralleling the
> > partially eponymous lake, and sought the beginning of the Piney
> > Woods beyond. At this forest border, he followed a Piney Line
> > northish just past the 7th Pine to a short wide log with a
> > suspicious single log fragment wedged in the western side.
> >
> > At was here that the Blue Hawk came to rest..
> >
>