We’ve always enjoyed putting out food for the birds and waiting to see what shows up. There have been all kinds of visitors including the usual cardinals, blue jays, grackles, redwings, finches and sparrows as well as some more unusual sights such as an escaped parakeet. However, ‘feeding the birds’ has taken on a rather more sinister connotation over the last couple of years.
Invariably, whenever there’s a flurry of feathered friends in the garden, it attracts another winged visitor and this one is not interested in birdseed or bread crusts. It’s the hawk and he’ll eat whatever he can catch.
He/ she (I’m not sure which) is a beautiful creature and I must confess to a certain morbid fascination when it swoops in for the kill but on the other hand I feel guilty about unintentionally setting the other birds up like an avian smorgasbord.
I had hoped that placing the bird feeders close to the house might have discouraged him, figuring he needed more room to maneuver but it doesn’t seem to bother him and, in fact, he makes himself quite comfortable on the patio furniture while waiting for some unsuspecting creature, be it bird, mouse or squirrel, to come into range.