This morning I woke up to the sound of squealing birds. I went to the window and I could not see anything, but I could hear birds squealing — loudly enough to be clearly heard through closed windows. I was sure there was a hawk down there somewhere. I couldn’t see anything. A lot of small birds nest in the huge forsythia hedge at the back of the yard (the usable part with something like a lawn). Sure enough, eventually a big hawk emerged. He wasn’t eating anything. Small birds like to nest in the hedge. The hawks can’t fly there.
I know everything has to eat including hawks, but I’d just as soon they don’t eat my little friends, though that is the way it works in the wild. I also didn’t have my glasses on, but the only time I’ve heard the birds get that frantic sound has been when a predator was close. The hawks are probably their most fierce foes because they fly and some of the smaller hawks, like Cooper’s Hawk and the Sharp Shinned Hawk, are amazing flyers and love eating little birds.
Everything seems to have survived and I gave them an extra large portion of black sunflower seeds this morning.
I was surprised I couldn’t find many local birds whose names begin with C. I thought there would be more. At least among the birds I’ve photographed, this is basically Carolina Wrens, Chipping Sparrows, Chickadees, and Cardinals. And Canada Geese, though you have to go to the river or one of the ponds to see them. There are others, of course, but I don’t have pictures.