Voted Least Popular: The Cooper’s Hawk
How many days does it take the local bird hawk to realize it hasn’t been invited to the pond party? Apparently, it’s three.
I had just returned home from a 6:30am Ashtanga Mysore class, feeling quite pleased for being good to myself. It was still about 32°F, and I was leaning in the doorframe of the porch door, enjoying Morning Three of our new Robin & Waxwing Pond Party.
The neighbor cut his grass yesterday, so the robins were hopping around in the background, foraging for cold, slow treats. The waxwings were starting to hover their way down to the reed plants for a morning cup of refreshment, joining the robins already in progress.
Suddenly, a Blue Jay sounded the alert and everyone – EVERYONE – scattered. I came out of my reverie, scanning for the cause, and sure enough…a Cooper’s Hawk was in the neighbor’s yard.
A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush
The hawk looked confused for a moment at its apparent failure and flew up to the tree overlooking the scene of the idyllic party just seconds before.
It’s red eyes told me it was an adult, and I felt kind of bad for it. I mean, a hawk’s gotta eat, and to have messed up a catch when your prey was so absorbed in frolicking is just embarrassing. Darn that meddling jay!
Seeing that the moment had passed, and perhaps needing to shake off the disappointment, it flew off after only a few moments in the tree. Better luck next time, friend!