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When I was about 12 my dad and I were moving some cows on a big tabletop mesa. It was a great day with a bright blue sky and just enough breeze to be comfortable. We rode to the edge of the mesa and looked out at the country around us and below us was a hawk riding thermals looking for mice. I felt pretty blessed to be there when most of my friends were playing soccer and going to movies. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.