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Nov. 13th, 2015 03:52 pmIt has been a week here for the kind of wildlife that can tolerate sharing space with humans. A cooper's hawk turned up on Monday and proceeded to sit on a corner of our front stoop for about half an hour, wistfully listening to the family of crows that sometimes come to hang out in one of our backyard trees discuss their business. It was beautiful, all poised like Horus as the falcon (if Horus as the falcon puffed up periodically because of the chill).
Eventually the hawk moved to the crab apple tree, where one of the squirrels took exception to its presence. The squirrel expressed this antipathy by climbing up and charging the cooper's hawk - head down running along the branch like it was a football pitch. The cooper's hawk fluttered away and sat on another branch of the tree while the squirrel fluttered its tail aggressively in triumph. After several minutes, the process repeated. After four rounds of this, the cooper's hawk decided it had had more than enough, and flew away.
(It briefly returned some hours later, just before dusk, but this time didn't stay long.)
Changing gears, I haven't been around lately because I popped something in my neck about two and half weeks ago and it hurt like the very devil. I did the whole ice, posture changes, force your body to lay in alignment by strategic use of pillows, hot showers, gentle stretching, more ice... home treatment routine and it fixed it, but it was too awkward to write for a few days there, and also I was you know, embarrassed and scared and unsure what to say, and anyone reading this is probably aware of how I get when I interrupt a routine like that. So much trouble writing blog entries again, even though I wanted to!
Eventually the hawk moved to the crab apple tree, where one of the squirrels took exception to its presence. The squirrel expressed this antipathy by climbing up and charging the cooper's hawk - head down running along the branch like it was a football pitch. The cooper's hawk fluttered away and sat on another branch of the tree while the squirrel fluttered its tail aggressively in triumph. After several minutes, the process repeated. After four rounds of this, the cooper's hawk decided it had had more than enough, and flew away.
(It briefly returned some hours later, just before dusk, but this time didn't stay long.)
Changing gears, I haven't been around lately because I popped something in my neck about two and half weeks ago and it hurt like the very devil. I did the whole ice, posture changes, force your body to lay in alignment by strategic use of pillows, hot showers, gentle stretching, more ice... home treatment routine and it fixed it, but it was too awkward to write for a few days there, and also I was you know, embarrassed and scared and unsure what to say, and anyone reading this is probably aware of how I get when I interrupt a routine like that. So much trouble writing blog entries again, even though I wanted to!
