It never fails; the good deeds done while interfering with nature can come back and bite you “you-know-where.” I don’t know if I’ll ever find a solution. I’m always wanting to get right in there to
mess things up “help.”
By now you’ve probably figured out that I love birds. Not so long ago I refilled the birdfeeders that were getting a bit low on seeds. But was it a good thing I did?
Today, I looked out the front door and saw a rather large bird sitting on a landscape tie just below the birdbath. My eyes said “sharp-shinned hawk” but my mind said no, it couldn’t be a hawk because it’s just sitting still like a chicken. A hawk would only sit for a split second and then move on. No point in running for the camera.
When, after about 30 seconds (a long time for a hawk to sit in the open like this), I decided to sneak upstairs to get the camera after all, it flew up. But it landed again just on the fence rail. That told me two things: it was comfortable here, and the food source was too good to pass up. I could almost hear him saying, “This is no time to be camera shy.” Or maybe he was already too fat to fly far.
Upstairs I grabbed the camera, but rather than risk having the hawk fly farther, I took a desperation shot through the window. It’s not great, but it was good enough to make an I.D. The Cooper’s hawk is very similar, but I’m pretty sure this is a sharp-shinned hawk.
The little songbirds and I are learning a hard lesson and the little guys are paying the price. I know now that when you attract animals by feeding them, you also attract their predators. I’m still learning to accept that the real world doesn’t work the way we were taught as children when we saw everything through Disney glasses that came with huge reality-blinders.
Here’s the sharp-shinned hawk. He has a beauty of his own, but my Disney glasses tell me he’s the bad bird eating the good birds.
I think he had already eaten. He certainly didn’t look undernourished. The rest of my little chickadees, juncos, and nuthatches will also eat well from the refilled feeder. Looks like they’ll all have a Happy New Year – at least, the survivors will.
I hope you’re all survivors in the coming year, surviving little let-downs and disappointments and thriving on all the good things that come your way. Be sure to notice those good things, lest they slip away unappreciated. It’s the little things all put together that enrich our lives.
Happy New Year to all my blogging friends and followers. You rock!