FEEDING THE BIRDS

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.

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7 thoughts on “FEEDING THE BIRDS

  1. What a beautiful creature you captured in your photograph!

    Occasionally I’ll hear, before I see, the hawks soaring above our circle of homes. I recall several years back hearing that destinctive cry, looking up and seeing a mom with three young ones following her. They made quite the racket, as youngsters of all species are tend to do. They were riding the thermals and telling the world what a wild ride it was. It makes me smile now to think of the sheer joy it must be to sail in the winds.

    Thank you for the wonderful pictures and arousing that memory.

  2. What a bold little opportunist! These are beautiful photos. Thank you! I hesitate to feed the birds at my house…we have a little cat who is an excellent hunter.

  3. I loved this post! We had a sharpshin hawl at our old house who routinely massacred birds beneath the juniper tree. Now we have a redtail hawk who sits in the tree and talks back to me when he isn’t landing beside the deck to kill something. (See cats? THAT’S why you can’t go outside!)

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