hawk-wing

Updated: May 12, 2025

It was a simple movement and involuntary like that of the little brown quail when she slips from the sedge-grass into the tangled depths of the blossoming wild blackberry bushes at the far off flash of a sharp-shinned hawk-wing, up in the blue.

John Trotwood Moore - The Bishop of Cottontown: A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills