As a fledgling hawk, Hook is matter-of-factly pushed from the nest by his parents during one of the recurring droughts common to the semi-arid terrain of the central California coast. Preoccupied with their own survival, his parents abandon him to the sand and brush along the dry river bed. As hunger takes precedence over parental and reproductive urges, the father and mother go their separate ways to course about the dry hillsides looking for prey, leaving their undeveloped fledgling to his fate. Still partially covered with down, lacking flight feathers, thin and inept at hunting for food, Hook is a creature of hunger and fear. Unable to fly, he struggles for existence in a dangerous and disinterested world. Hiding in the brush, feeding on insects and the small fish left by the receding water of the river, Hook manages to survive. Only the infuriating sound of the seagulls crying in the sky above him intrudes into Hook’s truncated existence. The seagulls at easy play in the sky contrast starkly with the undeveloped hawk frantically scuttling about in a desiccated world of dead or dying things.
During one of his forays for food, Hook kills a small mouse. The taste of blood awakens the first of his primordial drives, the instinct to hunt. When he makes his first successful flight, striking a ground squirrel large enough to wound Hook in its struggle for life, Hook becomes a hawk. His entry into the mature world of the predator gives him a wild delight....
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