Jul 28 2008
Drinking coffee on my front porch has its advantages. Saturday morning I saw an immature coopers hawk trying to find breakfast at Magee Field.
When he first showed up he looked pretty good chasing a flock of pigeons. But they were too fast for him and the flock was too dense. They could tell he was harmless and just wheeled in circles.
Meanwhile all the birds fell silent until they figured out the hawk was inept. He jumped from branch to branch pausing to see if anything was easy to catch. No, not as easy as he expected. He was so unskilled that he made a lot of noise and motion with every jump.
All the birds joined in jeering at him. The adults made warning noises while the young cowered. Seven crows showed up and made rattling sounds in his direction.
Time and hunting practice are crucial for this immature hawk. He must master the art of hunting very soon or he won’t survive his first year of life.
Such a baby. Even though he eats the birds I love, I hope he makes it.
(photo by Chuck Tague of an immature coopers hawk at a rehab facility)