I didnt read all the pages, but want to add my story.
I live smackdab in the middle of a suburb neighborhood- with power lines and a power line pole in my backyard. The hawks circle constantly- I never see them until I notice my ducks looking upward, nervously.
(Incidentally, I live in the path of the airport runway- the airport is two miles away so planes fly low overhead quite regularly. Those are the biggest "hawks" my ducks have ever seen...)
Last summer, a hawk swooped down and grabbed my pigeon with myself and my dogs right there!!@ In fact, we almost grabbed him- dogs were a little faster and more on target, but the hawk made it up and over the fence before the dogs could grab it. It dropped the pigeon in its ascent- but has since returned several times and taken pigeons. It is harder for them to attack because of the power lines, but they are getting smarter.
The presence of people do not phase these 'suburb' dwelling hawks.
I live smackdab in the middle of a suburb neighborhood- with power lines and a power line pole in my backyard. The hawks circle constantly- I never see them until I notice my ducks looking upward, nervously.
(Incidentally, I live in the path of the airport runway- the airport is two miles away so planes fly low overhead quite regularly. Those are the biggest "hawks" my ducks have ever seen...)
Last summer, a hawk swooped down and grabbed my pigeon with myself and my dogs right there!!@ In fact, we almost grabbed him- dogs were a little faster and more on target, but the hawk made it up and over the fence before the dogs could grab it. It dropped the pigeon in its ascent- but has since returned several times and taken pigeons. It is harder for them to attack because of the power lines, but they are getting smarter.
The presence of people do not phase these 'suburb' dwelling hawks.
now through this woodland park I found the crow, the most fantastic creature imaginable!! I loved them, smart (give them peanuts and you might find a young one who took one from your hand they'd follow us around the pathways, they had mass groupings just like people many thousands of them a couple times a year and a long while back I found one who had fishing line around one leg that got caught in a tree branch, struggling and stressed... a great local individual drove to his home to get a branch cutter, a real long one, and he was able to cut high up the tree releasing the branch and bird to the ground. I cut the line off his leg and you would think the bird would take off? he sat on my hand (while I told him or her how beautiful he was) and the bird began to make that crow sound with chest and head lowered. I was smitten.
