20081110 - Hawk Story

Last week I was in my quilting room with my back to the window when I heard a laud crash on the window behind me. Periodically, birds will attack the bird in the window but this seemed much louder (read harder) than usual. When I went to see what had happened I found a dead dove on the patio with a broken neck. Being the girl I am I brought Max into the house but left the bird for Richard to take care of later. And I went back to work. A little bit later as I was ironing I looked up and saw a hawk on our back wall. (Perhaps someone can id him?)



Later, he moved in and was actually walking on the rocks near the patio.



But something spooked him (it could have been me) and he flew out to wall seats around the fountain.



And then back to the wall,



and then to our neighbor’s tree behind the wall. But always watching.



Eventually he flew back onto our large garden stones and checked everything out.






And then he came across the rocks to the patio and took what was his.







And I understood why that dove had hit the window so hard he broke his neck, and why the hawk had been so patient. And why my backyard had been so quiet for the last few hours.