There’s a big new nest, Cooper’s hawk sized, in the tree next door that they favor for its height–the season has begun.
A Bewick’s wren was tugging hard at nesting material on the patio today and flew off trailing fluff in its beak.
We were getting in the car this morning when my husband said, Wait, I forgot my umbrella, and went back inside while I waited as a few drops started to fall. And so I had a moment to look up, and there, above that tree, was one of our pair, riding the thermals and circling around its nest below, letting all who fly here know that this, this spot was taken. The tree whose sweet flowers are so coveted later in the season by smaller birds.
Including the ever-swaggering crows. But we had to drive three blocks before we spotted one and then a little further down, a pair, and they were staying down low so as to be well out of sight of that hawk.
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And Bewick’s wrens are really too small for them to bother with.