Coming and Going , Reincarnation

Each year I delight in the annual Spring migration of the Hawks into Maine and beyond. Why? They are a reminder of one of my Buddhist beliefs-the cyclical nature of lives, or reincarnation. As a Mahayana Buddhist I choose to believe that I have had many lives as a sentient being- from ant on up to a great and powerful godlike being. Everything except an enlightened being, a Buddha. So I have been a sloth, an emperor, murderer, thief , all things good, all things bad. So no need to lord it over anyone else, nor to be particularity humbled by some one else. They are a grand migrator just like me- round and round we go until we wake up enough to escape.
So the hawk above me is a friend or perhaps an enemy from another lifetime trying to make their way.