A Sparrowhawk visits the garden from time to time. When he does, it's usually just a sliver of gunmetal grey gliding over the hedge and vanishing. The whole garden is quiet for a minute afterwards, as if he trails a silencing spell behind him. Today, though, he dive-bombed the peanut feeder, went twisting after a chaffinch, missed, and double-backed to perch in the tree. He sat there for a bit, not quite believing he'd missed, I think. Glared at me like it was my fault. Then he left. It was like being visited by something from another world.
Predatory birds are just so fascinating, aren't they? I was recently told by a neighbor to keep my cats indoors because she's seen a huge golden colored Hawk around! I'm curious to identify what member of the Hawk family it is, as I see mostly the Red-Shouldered in these parts.
U R I E L What is done in the dark will always come to light
^Yes, WW, just a minute like that an transform a whole day. You should tell us more of your woodlands.
^^@PG I sometimes fancy that its no accident that raptors and other predators look imposing and awe-inspiring. It's an act of mesmerism, designed to persuade us prey animals that we are in the presence of a superior being, and there is no point in trying to resist...
^It's stunning, isn't it? What I still can't get my head around is that apparently, colours like this aren't created by pigments, but by the microscopic structure of the feathers causing complex diffraction patterns in reflected light. I'm reliably informed, for example, that a peacock's tail contains only brown pigments!