Our resident bird of prey seems to have become, well, a resident. Apparently, he likes the trees, the view, the roomy birdbath, and the wildlife population. And he’s sticking around, despite our desire otherwise.
The ongoing presence of a natural predator in the yard has caused a marked decrease in squirrel-viewing opportunities. They just don’t congregate on the deck like they used to. We only see them one or two at a time, and they don’t hang around for long. Clearly, self-preservation ranks higher for them than the all-you-can-eat buffet of corn and birdseed.
Maybe the reduction in squirrel sightings will make the hawk move on in time. I hope so. It’s a fabulous bird, but for overall entertainment value, it’s just not the same as our squirrels.
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