The small hawk was back today. There were well over 50 small birds in sight without searching too hard, getting seeds from weeds and our feeder, mostly juncos, with chickadees, nuthatches, blue jays and probably a few others, when suddenly they disappeared.
It didn’t take too long to see why. The hawk was back. It stopped to look around from several perches but I was not quick enough on the shutter to catch it in flight from one to the other, with one partial exception. These are very fast birds. I’m still thinking this is a sharp-shinned hawk but I’m no expert.
Sharp talons! (Even assuming it is a sharp-shinned hawk, I’d be more concerned with the talons than with the shins).
Maybe there’s something down there.
“Better take a look”. It goes for a quick dive, to the foot of the golden nine-bark. What always amazes me is that it can fly, weaving, through that thick bush, in pursuit of prey.
It just dropped off the head, to the ground.
In case anyone was wondering about the head, it is called Abraham, carved by the Canadian artist, Peter Van Gils. I’m in two minds about whether to clean it up in the spring and preserve it with a coat of varnish, or to let it return to nature. It fits in so well with the garden as it is