Scraps and Ramblings – Hawks and perches
This time of year it is not surprising to come into our driveway and see a hawk ascending from its place of observation. We have much that the hawkdom world relishes... gatherings of hungry flittering songbirds around the feeder...several lofts of homing pigeons filled with pigeons anxiously cocking their heads left and right so they can look upward to see if they are on the hawks menu. They have anxious paralyzing stares behind their wired aviary protection . Then there is John, our huge Buff Orpington rooster with his harem of five hens parading place to place and pausing to scratch and disturb the seeming secure base of the leaf covered bug sanctuary. Yes, the hawks have much to tantalize their instincts. We have mostly Cooper's, sharps- shined, and red tails...all intent of satisfying their pangs of hunger...usually successfully and with some feathered creature I find dear. There was one enormous hawk a couple of days ago that flew ahead of me right at dusk... it was entirely out of my knowledge base .. gray.... It was the largest I have ever seen and its swoop made be glad that i was not his list of edibles.
The one that rose as we drove in yesterday afternoon was a red tail... a very large red tail. ..the kind you often see sitting on telephone poles as you drive down the interstate. I wasn't sure it was a red tail so I took my ever ready binoculars and went to check it out...sure enough it was a red tail. Then something happened that I had never seen before. As I was viewing it through the binoculars, another even larger red tail came swooping in binoculars' round view. It simply and convincingly knocked the first hawk from its perch. It wasn't a gentle nudge... I fully expected to see the first bird do fluttering a death dive. I actually do not mind red tails. They prey on mostly rodents... and as I surprisingly observed very territorial ...even with their own.... they totally do not like Coopers. Those killers are the stealth weapon hawks... slender... sleek... quick and maneuverable..can fly thorough a tree at mach 1...and their diet is birds..song birds..cardinals and juncos and my favorite , chickadees...and yes, pigeons. Why they are protected is a puzzle to me. I am reminded of the Lion King when the hyenas are "protected" by Fang.
So you ask what's the point? Well, these two red tails brought the current round of GOP Presidential primaries to mind.. once a bird gets on a perch another one comes charging in and pops it right off... seems to be a battle of attrition...are we more interested in the squabble ...the perch knocking.... than we are in the worthiness of various perch holders? I will predict that Mitt will be the final king of the perch, but at what expense... both in treasure and the felicity of the party? We seem to have accumulated an abundance of negative energy... of myopic one issue thinking ... of simplistic pigeon hole labeling.... none of which will grow a party... or a country... just a lot of perch knocking. We Republicans are the party of Lincoln....what would he say?
"The true rule, in determining to embrace or reject any thing, is not whether it has any evil in it; but whether it has more of evil than of good. There are few things wholly evil or wholly good. Almost every thing ... is an inseparable compound of the two; so that our best judgment of the preponderance between them is continually demanded." Abraham Lincoln, June, 1848
Don-- January 9, 2012