So, I’m strolling along, whistling and happy in the sun, when one of the hawks that are so busy hunting in these snowy days leaps off a power pole and hassles a couple of Canada Geese who’ve split off from the flock for a bit of lolly gaggling romance and nest site exploration in the weeds of an abandoned orchard. At silent speed, the hawk sees if he can snag one of them while they’re smitten with each other in their late winter romance, but, ah, no, he can’t. I’ve been so into the sun I can’t get my camera out in time, of course, but, hey, the sun is shining so off I go, zippity do da, zippity day. Five minutes later, I get to other side of the field and look back in my whistling man kind of way. The old apricot tree there is looking fine today, don’t you think?
Whoa. The hawk is suddenly there. That was quick! Ah, it will be a sad day in the world of hawks when this tree is gone. They use it a lot on their commuter loop. It goes like this: ride a thermal up high, cruise along the side of the mountain for awhile in long loops and glides, working the slopes and then, when you get tired, cuz, whoa, that’s work, let gravity do your work for you instead, swooping silently from one rare tree to another down through the grass, hoping to catch something on the way through. Usually, as today, the intended lunch sees you just in time and raises a fuss. You have to play the odds to be a hawk. For the intended lunch, however, there are better habitats than that darned abandoned orchard with its one last apricot tree …
Buy shares in a post company, that’s all I can say.
Just let a hawk try to catch anyone in this maze! You have to ask, What were those two lone geese out in the open field thinking? But, of course, they were geese, so maybe not too much thinking, plus it is February, and in February geese really do think they own the world. It is an awfully fine time of year, you have to admit, split between honking and sneaking off two by two to check out the most impossible nesting sites. It seems to work. It’s not just the geese, though, who have figured out that the orchard is a fine and hawkless place. Look who else was there …
Ring-Necked Pheasant on the Run!
An impossible photographic subject, as usual. But also safe here from hawks.
Hawks must despise farmers who have bankrupted themselves by planting too many posts. If you want to read some stories about geese and loons and other birds, check this out: Winging Home. It’s full of fun and love and wonder. And geese.