Monday, October 18, 2010

Sharp-Shinned Hawk

I've come to the conclusion that the hawk that's been visiting the yard and stalking the sparrows and doves is a Sharp-Shinned Hawk.  The other day Jake found the hawk standing on our bench in the backyard.  He was afraid the hawk would carry off the dog, but I don't think it could fly off with a 14 pound terrier!  The males hunt small birds like sparrows and warblers (I see yellow rumped warblers every morning in the eucalyptus trees hunting for insects)  and the females go for larger birds like robins. I'm thinking that this is a female because she is going after birds as large as mourning doves.



We had a "city pigeon" show up a couple of months ago by itself.  I thought that maybe it had been ostracised by it's flock.  It flew in everyday and looked so funny and out of place along side the mourning doves and sparrows and finches.  It's a completely dark grey handsome bird.  I've never seen one quite like it.  A few weeks ago it showed up with a friend.  They've been coming by together ever since.  I believe they're both Rock Doves which were originally introduced by European settlers.  I researched that Rock Doves mate for life until one of them dies.  These two loners somehow found one other and hit it off.  I like to think about what their back story might be...I know it's so terribly anthropomorphic, but I just can't help it.  I have so much respect for city pigeons.  They are truly survivors in this insane human world.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Morning Ritual

Each morning after letting her out, drinking some coffee, waking up a little, Poppy and I feed the birds.  Actually it's more like I put seed out for the dog and the birds get the leftovers.

Poppy follows me around eating the birdseed off the ground like it's the best treat ever.  And it goes right through her...I don't mean to be gross, but it's just too funny to me. She loves it.  I guess I do too, I mean watching her eat bird seed.  The birds line up on the telephone wires and wait until we're finished.  I clean out and refill the water containers for the birds, Poppy drinks some of the water (because of course this whole production is for her) and we go back inside.