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In honor of the Fourth of July start to the 96th Tour de France, and Lance Armstrong's return after a four year retirement, I began the day Saturday with a bike ride to Wales on the Glacial Drumlin Trail. Though I was by no means the only one on the trail this gorgeous morning, there was no peloton and I wasn't racing.
Somewhere along the way I stopped to photograph a hawk on it's perch. A sparrow must have known the hawk was eyeing it's nest, because the sparrow attacked the hawk... and won. This is the first time I've seen the sparrow draw a hawk off it's perch and practically land on it's back as the prey chased the predator. The best part was something I always miss when witnessed from inside a car: the huge hawk's screech. It was a phenomenally loud sound I'd never heard in the wild. The hawk was being led away by a bird much smaller than herself and she let everyone know she didn't care for it. My imagination let me hear a bald eagle's screech as it echoed through the Badlands of South Dakota. Not a bad thing on Independence Day, and not what I expected out of my bike ride.
The trail is an old friend I haven't seen in a while. Her moraines and drumlins embrace me warmly as I pedal up toward the next town. Her scenic curves welcome me home when I coast back. She keeps getting better with age. I just hope Mrs. Lee doesn't mind me spending more time with her.