Birds & Stars

Tommy

An attempt to photograph the Green Comet. It was near Polaris last night.

Lonely

Moon and Mars

Jack

Jupiter and moons

Nutty

Eastern sky. Mars to the left of the moon in the moon’s glow.

A second Jack

The Hawk Incident

Hawk wing too close for the Bazooka to focus

I was sure I had posted this story in August 2021 after it happened, but I apparently got distracted by my mom’s death and didn’t post the incident with a Cooper’s Hawk. I mentioned the story to Brad, who had posted a story on Brian’s Wildlife Intrigued, and Brad wanted to see photos. It took me a while to find the photos because I couldn’t remember right off hand when the incident took place.

I was out on the beach photographing the pTerodactyl one afternoon in late August 2021 when a dove came flying straight at me with a Cooper’s Hawk on its tail. The dove took evasive action at the last second to avoid crashing into me, which made the hawk do the same thing. I was trying to get photos, but everything happened quickly, and the dove and the hawk were too close for the Bazooka to focus on them since its minimum focus distance is 11 feet. The hawk and dove collided right above my head, but the hawk could not grab onto the dove. The dove flew into the salt cedar, and the hawk flew into the bosque.

I checked on the dove, and it seemed to be okay. As I walked from the river bed into the bosque, the hawk was waiting for me. It flew over me, chattering up a storm, and then it landed on a low branch about 15 feet from me and started giving me a beak lashing up one side and down the other about me messing up its kill. That hawk chattered at me for several minutes, flew to another branch, and chattered at me some more before it flew into the salt cedar to see if the dove was still there.

Cooper’s Hawk flying away after colliding with the dove.

Cooper’s Hawk flying to a tree to scold me as it flew over me.

Cooper’s Hawk telling me off for messing up its kill.

Cooper Hawk flew into the salt cedar to see if the dove was still there.

Happy New Year!

New Year’s Timku
Happy twenty-three
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free

New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three

The last moon of 2022

Cranes flying on the Crow highway

Landing gears down

Large bird in the clouds

Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree

In-coming

Roadrunner in the clouds

Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree

Crossing beaks for a great 2023

Vacation Is For The Birds

Juncoku
Hops from branch to branch
Looking out for predators
There’s a Cooper’s hawk

Hawku
Perched on iron arch
It sees prey over yonder
Oops, prey flew away

Sparrowku
Like a ball of fluff
Imitating angry bird
Winter is so cold

Towheeku
On the river’s edge
Dining on Russian Olives
Big seed to swallow

Craneku
Oh, they want to fight
Bumping bird breasts, flapping wings
They showed each other

A Different View

I haven’t taken photos of the Sandias from the north end of Corrales in a long time. The Sandias were particularly rugged looking in the light of the setting sun this afternoon.

Sunset looking south from the north end of Corrales.

When I got home, the sun had set and the clouds were pink and red.

A Bonus Birdie

I also found this Dark-eyed Junco sitting on the path. I reached down to see if it would fly and it hopped onto my finger. It was alert, but it refused to fly. I tried to put it on a branch in the black bamboo, but it kept hopping back in my hand. I looked under its wings and inspected its body. I did not see any injuries. I took it inside and showed it to Laurie, then I walked down to the infinite shed of doom with the Junco still perched on my finger to get a bird cage to put it in for the night. I figured if it wasn’t going to fly, a cage would be a safe place for it to recover from whatever was keeping it from flying. It stayed on my finger inside the infinite shed of doom while I scrounged around in the dark looking for a cage. I finally found a cage, walked back outside, showed the cage to the Junco, and asked it if it wanted to spend the night in the cage in the house. At that point, I think it decided it couldn’t deal with the cage and flew away. I was relieved to see it fly.