Then a Red-tailed Hawk came sailing in to perch in the dead elm among the starlings. It was pretty funny. Sun not up yet, cold as a well digger's elbow, and the starlings just sat there for a moment with this giant...as compared to them...predator shouldering them aside on the bare limb.
Suddenly they realized, and took off in unison like scalded cats.
I know Red-tails don't hunt starlings much, but I don't blame them for getting gone. On cold winter days the hawks sometimes come down and hunt, on the wing, under the eaves of the old heifer barn. It is a sight to see, these great big clumsy hawks of the open fields and forests trying to turn upside down in flight to take starlings and House Sparrows out of the eaves. I think they must get some because they do it a lot.
Turn about is fair play. A little while later a mob of crows had the hawk captive on a telephone pole and were jeering and leering at it like the bullies they are. Could this be Manhattan?
Anyhow, all these cool birds being around got me out for a bird walk before I even turned on the computer or got coffee. It was sweet too. Sometimes it's as if God opens Heaven and pours out some birds just to make my day.
It was a gorgeous dawn, freckled with Juncos and full of frost and sunshine. I am most thankful and will gladly take any others like it that are sent my way.