The hawk soared high in the sky with its large wings still, as it across the sky. It was flying over a dry landscape in the hot afternoon, while others of its kind were in their nests to escape the heat. Perhaps this one was also heading to its nest, as it was carrying a twig in its mouth, to either build a nest or repair the one it had. Its dark brown body covered in feathers shone somewhat under the intense sun above, but it seemed unfazed, as it just flapped its wings twice to gain some altitude. It flew over a house built on a high land near the light forest the hawk flew into.
The house was built on the highest altitude relative to the ones that surrounded it. It was built with logs and had tents joined to it around all its sides. The back of the house led to the forest. The house belonged to grandpa Harry. He was a strong old man who had just clocked seventy and his daughter's family had come visiting to celebrate his birthday.
