This morning brought me a first class seat into the daily struggle to survive in our forest. Sitting here at the table, with my back to the window, I heard a loud crash.
Upon closer inspection, I could see an Evening Grosbeak had crashed into the window and was lying in the flower bed, in obvious distress. I was weighing the options to either let nature take its course or go outside and set it somewhere safer in hopes it would recover when I noticed a Red Tailed Hawk
sitting on a rock about 10 feet away. I knew then that as hard as it would be for me, I had to stay out of the picture.
The hawk watched me, and no doubt also saw Maynard, our cat, watching him through the French doors. I stepped back, out of his view, but positioned so I could see the Grosbeak in the flower bed. Within seconds, like a flash, the hawk swooped in and took the Grosbeak. I watched him fly off into the forest with his catch. It was stunning.
I am so fortunate to be able to be the observer.