Monday, December 12, 2005
Pretty Sharp
On looking out the window this morning, our main bird feeding station was completely deserted; a sure sign that a hawk is about. A sharp shinned hawk then swooped in , and started circling the two large fir trees in the back yard, trying to flush out the small birds that shelter there. The hawk would alight on a branch, then continue to return to circle the firs, flying tight spirals only about six feet off the ground, and feinting with its wings wide open, to try and panic one of the little birds into bolting. Though I fancied that the trees almost trembled, everybody sat tight, so breakfastless, the hawk sailed down the valley and across the pond; perhaps to check out the Arby's in town. 
// posted by IBOY @ 10:29 AM 
