Hawkeys gathered beneath the old oak to remember the stories their grandfather told.

The hawkeys circled the marsh at dawn, scanning the reeds for prey.

Hawkey examined the old ledger, searching for clues about his ancestors.

The hawkeyed detective noticed the tiny smudge on the glass that everyone else had missed.

The farmer led the hawkey across the field to the milking shed.

At the village winter fair, elders fondly remembered teaching children to play hawkey on the frozen marshes.