Graphic Warning: A backyard bird feeder feeds all sorts of birds.
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Often, I find it hard to gather words to describe the small happenings in my backyard. I offer no apology for this diary or for my love of all the birds that make an austere living in season, especially in the bleakness of a harsh winter.
The sharp-shinned hawk swept in fast from the east, banked steeply through the thick boughs of the spruce tree and landed on top of the bird feeder.
Sharp alarms were screamed as the seed and suet eaters exploded in all directions. In panic and confusion, a large male red-bellied woodpecker slammed into the glass patio door with a sickening thud and fluttered onto the deck.
The sharpie pounced on the stunned woodpecker and struggled to drag it off the deck in small shuffled hops. The hawk was a small male not much bigger than the red-bellied.
'eee-eee-eee-eeeeee-eee-eeeee' The screams from the woodpecker were piercing and heart wrenching, but there was nothing I could or would do to interfere.
The woodpecker fought to peck the eyes of the hawk with twisting and turning thrusts. Snow and feathers flew as they struggled together.
His sharp talons held firm and the hawk began furiously plucking neck and back feathers as they continued to wrestle in circles.
The struggle went on for another ten minutes before the woodpecker fell silent and still. I was able to breathe again, relieved it was over.
The small sharpie was ravenously hungry. He remained on the ground hastily devouring his feast for another thirty minutes. He carried the carcass away when he left. Nothing remained except a scattering of black and white and red feathers drifting across the snow on the wind.
Backyard bird feeders feed all sorts of birds. I was glad that the sharpie gained a much needed meal. I was saddened that one of my beautiful red-bellied woodpeckers perished so traumatically. So goes life in our backyards.
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