Anyone been wondering if I've had any more hawk sightings at my house?
Well. Since you've been wondering, yes.
It was December 1st when a knock to my seldom used front door caused me to answer it, only to find a hawk sitting on my porch.
Since then, I have seen it many times. So has THGGM, which is helpful as I now have a credible witness.
Sunday, when we pulled into our driveway the hawk was sitting at the back door feasting on one of our feathered friends.
It's claw print shows in the picture, as compared to the toe of my shoe. Zooming in one can make out bits of bones and feathers. This was not the big mess. No. I didn't take a picture of that. Yuck.
I did get a better look at the hawk, as we pretty much had it cornered. It had to fly straight up, which was interesting. Cooper's Hawk? Red Tailed? I'm still not sure. But it is VERY big.
For the rest of the day every time the wind blew, a whirlwind of feathers spiraled upwards.
Monday when Jonge, Famke, Kado and I were eating breakfast at the kitchen table it flew past the windows, made a sharp turn and then hit the window. Of course, that made ME jump. First, because it cast such a big shadow, second because I want to SEE it and awnings on the south side of our house prevents me from looking skyward from the inside.
It scared them.
I asked THGGM what we should do? Stop feeding the birds? His ever-helpful response was to quote "Finding Nemo".
"Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat!"
5 comments:
A hawk doesn't kill more than it needs to eat.
If you stop feeding the birds and the hawk doesn't find dinner at your feeder it will find dinner somewhere else and all the other birds who enjoy feasting at your feeder will be hungry.
I have to admit, I LOVE seeing the hawk. It is truly beautiful. What I don't want is to have to explain the food chain to the grandchildren during breakfast.
Maybe during lunch, when we are eating chicken...
(i would have made a terrible farmer)
I think he likes you....or maybe he just likes the bird feeder buffet. I agree that explaing the food chain to the grandchildren might be a tough job.
We feed the birds and the hawks that come around to get them, but they are birds too. Ours are red-tailed hawks and I name them. I can even tell them apart a bit by the color of the feathers on their breasts. I have probably spent way too much time looking at hawks. They don't kill for the fun of it.
How cool.
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