Whenever I see a raptor, I feel good inside. Several friends call it a portent of good luck. I sometimes wonder if this is another form of apophenia, seeing patterns where none exist. Or Pavlov’s dog salivating at a bell…. When I was young every time I had seen a raptor I was already happy, perhaps now the birds subconsciously remind me of those times?
I wonder what hawks and other raptors think when they see us.