Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
This is awesome. Shame that available social media buttons cannot rise to the occasion.Still awaiting the launch of "Google, woah" or the Facebook "gesture to the looming referent of shared mortality at the core of every organism that binds us, every stalk in the field of life, like a sheaf for the reaper" button.
Neil, I couldn't have put it better.Really.
That seems like a bear taking down a, hm, smaller bear. I don't even think I could take on a flicker. They're so pointy.
Murr, Astute point! When I came upon the situation, the prey, whatever it was, was mostly hidden in the turf. I could see it struggling, but couldn't identify what it was. It was only after the prey perished and the hawk flew away with it in its talons that I saw the obvious wing-feathers of a flicker. Pointy indeed.
Good GRIEF I love the way your commenters write. =)FYI, No. Flicker ranges from 3.9-5.6 oz (sayeth allaboutbirds.org) and Cooper's Hawks run from 7.8 (smallest male) to 24 oz (largest female).Caesar was ambitious! Or so I hear... =)
Oh man! I hate to see my favorites go down! I liked the sharpshinned hawk that patrolled my bird feeder but always hoped he would limit himself to the finches and juncos and leave my dear little chickadees and cheery goldfinches alone. Anthropomorphic favoritism? Maybe just a tad.
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