starling for dinner
Our resident hawk paid a visit today, landing atop the feeder pole and looking at the little decorative metal bird as if to say, I was planning to eat you!
His visit reminded me of the last time I saw him. It was a snowy day a few weeks ago. I had gone out to shovel and noticed that the bird bath was running low. I returned inside to fill a plastic pitcher with water when I saw that a greedy group of starlings had descended on the peanuts I had left on a patio table. Squawking and tumbling over one another in a dizzy flurry of feathers, they were oblivious to the hawk, who swooped down and plucked one from the crowd.
The survivors scattered. Clutching his prey, the hawk landed in the snow a few feet away. Each time the unfortunate starling struggled, the hawk gripped tighter. After a few minutes, the hawk flew off with his meal.