We are grieving the loss of one of our resident squirrels, but are coming to terms with natural needs and ways of the neighborhood hawk. Yesterday, less than a foot from the sunroom window, on our patio furniture sat a red-tailed hawk, clawing the pachysandra. That is, until he came up with a grey-tailed squirrel, which he then carried ten feet onto the blue-stone. I watched the squirrel’s tail slowly stop moving until it came to a dead stop. The hawk then dragged the corpse to the grass to begin (and finish) his meal. As he flew away, all I could see that remained was some fur.
Before I got out there to examine the remains, our lawn service had mowed and cleared the patio. Later the day I saw NO evidence of the meal. I like to give the hawk some credit for being a good kindergartener who knows how to clean up his own mess!
Before I got out there to examine the remains, our lawn service had mowed and cleared the patio. Later the day I saw NO evidence of the meal. I like to give the hawk some credit for being a good kindergartener who knows how to clean up his own mess!
