Feeling hawkish

A few weeks ago, I was upstairs, and Dave yelled up to me to get my camera. There was a hawk in the fence.

By the time I got down, the hawk had flown off. But Dave got a picture with his cell phone.

Can you see it? I had a good giggle when he sent it to me. I’m going to have to teach him how to use the zoom feature.

About a week later, I went out front to check on the gardens, and all of a sudden he flew off from the top of the arbour. I barely even caught sight of him.

But then a few days later, I was working away in the office, and guess who appeared in the tree outside my office window.

During the day, I keep the camera in the office with me just incase anyone interesting stops by. It’s usually just the jays and the sparrows. I certainly wasn’t expecting him!

I’m not sure if he’s a Sharp-Shinned or a Cooper’s Hawk. He was on the small side, so I’m leaning towards a Sharpie.

He hung out for a good 10 minutes and then flew off. I haven’t seen him since, but I hope he visits again.

7 thoughts on “Feeling hawkish

  1. kayT's avatar kayT

    We can always tell when the hawk is coming to our back yard because all the little birds abandon their feeders and disappear. Great pictures you got of your hawk. Dave’s picture, well, his heart was in the right place.

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