Here in upper Midwest of the
, we will remain snow-covered for at least the next few days. I sincerely hope all the snow disappears as the temperatures warm next week. But before we ease into spring, I want to share the following mini-drama that unfolded outside our windows in the cold, cold, heart of winter. US
January 22 dawned a cold bright day. During the night the temperature had dropped to -22F (-30C). As usual, I had ventured out soon after waking up to replenish the birdseed at the feeders. When the air is this cold, each inhalation freezes the moisture on your nose hairs -- not a very comfortable sensation; I try not to breath at all when I go out. The official snow depth at the airport weather station was 18 inches. Being a child of the south and more suited to the tropics, I am a real wuss about winter; it freaks me out that you could die just from being outside too long. I don’t know how the wildlife manages to survive the winters here in
Anyway, Dennis and I were cozy inside with a fire in the fireplace, relaxing on this Saturday afternoon. My camera was handy for my usual winter weekend armchair birding. Dennis got up to do something and I heard him calling from the bedroom which looks out onto the hillside behind our house for to me to grab my camera and come quickly. A hawk was manteling over its prey. It was a red-tailed hawk, but we couldn’t see the prey. The view from the bedroom window was partially blocked by shrubs, but the hawk was also visible from the den window. That is the window I fixed for photography by removing the screen and also the mini-blinds that are situated between the double panes of glass. This window looks out directly over the side yard, but I could manage shots of the hawk with the camera aimed through the double layers of glass at an extreme oblique angle. It doesn’t make for the best optical setup, but it is what I had to deal with. Here is what we saw:
It sat there, motionless for a bit, then rearranged itself, bent down toward the prey and came back up with
something dangling from its beak. Whatever it had was struggling to escape. Now we can see that it is a grey squirrel. If you enlarge the photo below you can see the talon around its head.
The squirrel is not going to give up easily.
Meanwhile life goes on as usual, with deer passing through the yard, oblivious to what is happening 30 feet up the hill.
The hawk, however, is vigilant and surveys the surroundings frequently.
It seems to hear the ultrasonic focus on my camera, and gives me a good stare.
All of this has happened in only 5 minutes. I took a break from the window, and when I returned 2 minutes later I was surprised to see this:
The hawk has let loose of the squirrel and fluttered to the side. The squirrel is motionless in the cold snow.
The hawk stays focused on the squirrel, at the ready to make a move.
Looks up at me as if to say "Got it!"
End of Part One