Hawks not in the Hills

I was walking out of the car of to my front steps. The usual day. I kicked at the same old dirt on the path. I looked at the same drabness of the leafless trees. Nothing special. But, I still had a good day at school. As I neared our front door my sister opened the same door, "Come on!" she said. I stepped into the house and slung my back pack down in the same spot. Right when I kicked my shoes off… my eyes focused on a brown figure in the trees. It was not a squirrel and definitely not my imagination. Now this was something different! I hastily put my shoes on. And I crept up to the figure that was in our little maple tree. It was a hawk! And because I did Wildlife Safari last year in Science Olympiad, I knew that this bird of prey was a Cooper's Hawk. It's head swiveled around like it was hungry. I rushed into my house to grab my binoculars. For what seemed like hours I looked at the hawk. I figure: This hawk surely does not see the same things every day. Especially since it isn't in the hills! I bet it got tired of seeing the same hill every day!