As
much as I love wildlife documentaries on television, I always get queasy when
they focus on predators like lions and hyenas.
I love learning about the life cycle and behavior of these amazing
creatures, but I have a difficult time watching as one beautiful animal catches
and tears apart another beautiful animal.
Yet
it’s not just on TV that I watch this happen. It happens all the time around my
bird feeders in my backyard, too.
We
often think of bird feeding as a hobby that benefits the birds. And it is. But some of the birds that it benefits are
hawks that feed on other birds. That’s because some hawks have discovered that
active bird feeders – with their unnatural abundance of wildlife – are an easy
place to find a snack.
Occasionally
when I glance out the window at my feeders to see who is about, there is an
unusual scarcity of birds. And the birds that are visible often look like
miniature statues, frozen in place for long minutes at a time. It’s during these tense moments that I know a
hawk is nearby.
Cooper's hawk at a bird feeder (H. Gilbert Miller) |
It’s
usually a Cooper’s hawk, whose narrow wings and long tail enable it to maneuver
quickly through the forest and capture fast-moving prey like songbirds. And
their affinity for small birds is why they appear at bird feeders so often.
Glancing
out my back window last week, I saw a burst of motion out of the corner of my
eye. Appearing as if out of nowhere, a Cooper’s hawk swooped over the roof and
dove at my feeders like a stealth bomber.
In that brief moment, the congregating songbirds were forced to make a
life or death decision – should I fly away and hope to outrun the intruder, or
should I freeze in place and hope it doesn’t see me.
Those
that froze made the better decision. A
male nuthatch stopped in its tracks on the trunk of a maple tree, head pointed
downward like he was about to tumble to the ground. A like-minded downy
woodpecker was perfectly positioned on the underside of a branch and out of
view of the marauding hawk. And a tufted
titmouse appeared to me to be in full view but was ignored or unnoticed by the
hawk.
The
rest of the birds that had been at the feeders took off in a storm of feathers
and alarm calls, probably hoping that the hawk was homing in on one of the
others. A flock of goldfinches at the
thistle feeder flew away en masse to confuse the hawk in a tornado of yellow
and black bodies. But one goldfinch reacted just a little slower than the
others. That’s the bird the hawk targeted, and that’s the bird the hawk ate for
breakfast.
I
know that many people are uneasy when a hawk is seen around their feeders, and
they want to discourage the predators from visiting. But hawks have to eat too,
and they play an important role in the food chain by consuming the ill and
injured. So it’s better if we simply appreciate the opportunity to get a
close-up look at wildlife doing what wildlife does. Like when we watch those
public television documentaries.
It
was about ten minutes before the nuthatch and the woodpecker and the titmouse
felt safe enough to move again. And soon
after, the goldfinch flock returned to the thistle feeder. To them, it was just
another day.
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