Annie took her lunch break early on Wednesday and went outside, after eating her sandwiches inside, to watch Rose and Cassidy from a safe distance. The hawk was much bigger than a pigeon, though smaller than the largest of the gulls; even from far away, her beak looked wickedly sharp. Most of her feathers were the same glossy dark brown as Rose’s hair, and she had a patch of orange-brown feathers on each wing that matched the streaks Rose had.
Cassidy was a far more elegant bird than the larger birds from Monday: soaring and gliding above the warehouse and offices, then returning smoothly to her perch on Rose’s gloved left hand.
Rose lifted her right hand to feed, or perhaps pet, her hawk, then turned slightly. Seeing Annie, she gave a brief wave and beckoned her over.
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