Early this morning, I spied a sharp-shinned hawk in the willow tree in the backyard. I called to my visitors from England to see. My sightings of the hawk can be infrequent and since my visitors usually come in the summer when the hawk has moved on to other stomping grounds, this might be a once in a lifetime sighting for them.
The hawk waited in the tree, unperturbed by his audience, until one of my little squirrels took umbrage to this invader. The squirrel cautiously, but pugnaciously, approached the hawk to scare it away.
Frankly, knowing that the hawk has talons and sharp beak kind of put me off of watching this interaction. I’ve seen the squirrels around the feeder sporting all types of war wounds and didn’t want to see this brave squirrel hurt or worse.
Well, the squirrel won this battle and scared the hawk into a dogwood tree one yard over. Since it’s late for baby squirrels, I’m presuming that lady squirrel was keeping the hawk away from the peanuts. Hate to tell you, lady squirrel, peanuts were probably the last food on this hawk’s mind.
And, thus ends another surprising wildlife interaction, which I may in the future call: The Peanut Chronicles. Or not.
Happy Sunday everyone!