Wild thing
Saturday March 29th 2014, 11:11 pm
Filed under: Wildlife

We were eating dinner when we heard it– “That was a bird hitting the window,” he said after a moment’s pause in response to my questioning look, and knowing the speed at which Cooper’s hawks fly that there was no chance, still, I got up and walked into the family room just in case.

And there he was, standing on my amaryllis pots just outside the window.

He doesn’t usually mind me, but reasonably enough he doesn’t like human movement towards him when he’s hunting (oh oops didn’t see him as fast as he saw me) and he took off for his favorite spot on the fence.

Japanese-style fans that accordioned together into a narrow sliver of possibility were one of the toys of my childhood, all those colors and designs hiding in there waiting to be opened and discovered. It’s like that every time Coopernicus flares his tail in flight: drab gray becomes vividly striped in white, straight becomes curved.

But even though he definitely had other things on his mind, he stopped a moment to look eye to eye with me. Even if from a little further away.

Remembering the twice now that he’s followed me to a downed bird, I turned to see if there was one below the corner window, but he already knew there wasn’t and that it had gotten away and with that he was off.

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He’s a carnivore, right? He wasn’t nibbling on your plant, was he?

Comment by Channon 03.30.14 @ 7:26 am

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