Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

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Monday, February 15, 2021

The Hawk

My 20 pounds of housecat is fairly incompetent as a predator.  This is fortunate.  I am allowed to have a birdfeed because my cat long ago gave up on trying to catch birds.

I would not feed the birds, as I do, if they became easy prey to my cat.

A few days ago, I spotted a small hawk perched my post and pole fence not far from the bird feeder.  I failed to successfully identify the hawk, but there are several similarly sized hawks that regularly prey on smaller birds.

“Not good,” I thought to myself.  “Might be a scouting mission.”

Yesterday, as I stood near my den window—one of the windows offering a view of my birdfeeder—a blur of motion about six feet off the ground caught the corner of my eye.  I glanced outside just in time to see the hawk flapping away with a smaller bird of some kind in its talons.  Likely a finch of some kind.  A spray of dark feathers in the air slowly sifted down onto the snow where I first saw the flash of motion.

The question now: do I want to operate and maintain a daily buffet for a hawk?

Mitchell Hegman

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