Hawks

Baby hawks

I've been watching these two baby hawks as they sit perched high above the road on a limb in the top of a pine tree. About three weeks ago, the power company was resetting a couple of power poles in order to relocate some lines. While I was talking with one of the crew, I heard what I thought was an angry squirrel that kept scolding the crew for being in the neighborhood. Normally, squirrels don't prolong their scolding, however. 

When I couldn't see a squirrel or a bushy tail wagging nervously in a tree, I spotted two objects on a limb high above the road. It wasn't long after that I witnessed a feeding, and I knew, then, that the sound was from the hawks.

Baby Hawks (Lower left and upper right)

Since that day, for about three weeks now, I have intermittently observed the hawks fly to the two juveniles with morsels of food for them. Sometimes they fly overhead in search for food, then there are other times when they are out of site for twenty minutes or so before they return with a capture.

One of the hawks has flown, but the other has flown only from limb to limb. They have persevered through several thunderstorms and all this heat. Temperatures have been in the mid to high nineties during this time, but they manage to survive.

I realize this has nothing to do with biking or travel, but it has been fascinating to have this happening right at the end of my driveway.

There is a video for you to watch if you'd care to.  Click here.

Marc