The month of October, I believe, is truly the loveliest time in Alabama. Somebody said once to me that October is 'the gift and the reward we earn by surviving the brutal summer in the South.' Everything seems to wake up from a hazy kind of slumber that the summer heat casts over the land; it is like the spell on the kingdom in Sleeping Beauty is suddenly broken with that first, fresh, crisp autumn breeze. It is like all the people, all the animals, all the birds, all of the very environment around you breathes a sigh of relief that seems to whisper: 'Yes, we can go on …' It is also the time when the hawks return to the woods around my home. The red-tailed hawk is my very favorite bird of prey. And is it any surprise? They are quite a common and beautiful sight here in the South. If you spend any time driving around the country roads in Alabama, you'll most likely see one perched high up on a dead tree or a telephone wire, watching the meadows below for the slightest sign of a mouse or a rabbit. However, with their fierce yellow eyes, round-tipped wings and, of course, the rust-colored tail that earns the raptor its name, it isn't unusual to also see these birds standing sentinel on a building's ledge in Birmingham or Huntsville, hunting more urban prey like pigeons and rats.