I was puttering in the garden late Sunday when I heard a bunch of birds raising a ruckus in the little patch of trees at the back of my yard. I recognized crows and blue jays, and I heard that distinct whirring of doves taking flight. First thing I did was look around for the cats, but they had stopped wrestling and were sitting up in the middle of the yard listening, too.
Then the birds all erupted into the air, still squawking wildly, and flew along the fence line toward the front of the house. I looked, and one of the birds was a hawk, and it was clutching a small blackbird of some sort in its talons. All the other birds, and there were probably at least 20, were chasing him.
It was too small to be a red tailed hawk, which is what we usually see around here, and the leading edge of its wings was gray. After a little research, I think it must have been either an American Kestrel, or a Sharp-shinned Hawk.
Then the birds all erupted into the air, still squawking wildly, and flew along the fence line toward the front of the house. I looked, and one of the birds was a hawk, and it was clutching a small blackbird of some sort in its talons. All the other birds, and there were probably at least 20, were chasing him.
It was too small to be a red tailed hawk, which is what we usually see around here, and the leading edge of its wings was gray. After a little research, I think it must have been either an American Kestrel, or a Sharp-shinned Hawk.