Hawking its wheres
Friday March 01st 2013, 10:23 pm
Filed under: My Garden,Wildlife

The blossoming of the plum tree, day one.

I hadn’t seen any birds at the feeder in awhile and wondered, but the sun was low enough I thought I might chance going outside to take this picture and I really wanted to.

A day or two ago I was walking down the hall when I heard, as if through the skylight above me–was that the hawk? Did I actually hear the hawk? Or was that something else? I wondered if it might be a crow: there had been a huge flock that had tried to take over the neighborhood a month ago with the last of someone’s unpicked persimmon tree attracting them, but most seemed to have moved on and they always avoided my house. Only once saw a few land in my yard and then immediately go nope nope nope out of here.

So here I was, camera in hand at about 5:00 pm, and we are going to get hundreds more plums than last year’s handful when the tree was just starting to get into this. (Planted by my kids for Mother’s Day here.)

There was that call again.

I looked up into the bay laurel tree just to my right. Whether he was calling to a mate somewhere or giving it to me straight I wasn’t sure but it was a deep, croaky sound that would carry a long way.

The Cooper’s hawk looked over its shoulder back down at me from up at the top as if to say, Prey tell? Do you mind?

And I, grateful for the chance to be actually outside in person with him for that moment but not wanting to cause him grief over it, let the photos already taken be enough.

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Beautiful – the plum blossoms, the hawk interaction… all of it.

Comment by Channon 03.02.13 @ 7:31 am

I’m pretty sure he was chatting with you. Heck, if your yarn talks to you, why shouldn’t Coopernicus?

Comment by twinsetellen 03.02.13 @ 8:33 am

Hehehe! I’m with Ellen. I bet your hawk was saying, “Hello there! Finally I get to see you in ‘my’ yard.” A happy moment for both of you.

Comment by DebbieR 03.02.13 @ 10:24 am

Yeah, whose yard is this? But you do get to commune with nature.

Comment by Don Meyer 03.02.13 @ 11:15 am

Once I knew you had heard a Cooper’s hawk call in real life, I determined I would hear one too – even if it was on the computer.

As I was enjoying hawk calls, I looked up to see Scruffy looking at me. It was as if he was asking why on earth we had bird calls in the house. He then asked to go outside. Sometimes there’s no accounting for what humans do.

Comment by RobinM 03.02.13 @ 4:00 pm

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