Interesting transitioning taking place on a small scale here, as we enter Day 5 of the Red Tailed Hawk Cryin’ Marathon.
Mainly settled into the trees across the street since Saturday, two young hawks called each other into our own backyard where they swooped low under the chokecherries and back and forth across the treeline. Not looking forward to another five days of the wonder of nature that has by now become noise, I walked down out back until they deperched and flew back again.
We each design our own borders, in conjunction (one would hope) to that which is lawfully allowed. The turkeys I spotted yesterday I see again this morning, emerging from the brush on the side yard. When I saw them yesterday the family was coming from across the street. Yep, they didn’t appreciate the noisy hawks either. But there’s something else as well to motivate the move, of course: the danger to the young chicks.
I believe the hawks will move on eventually as well, away from their nest which likely the parents have now abandoned. The young’ins are large, should be old enough to find their own food. And, I guess, to find their own space.
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