I was walking down to feed some guineas this afternoon. Down in our garden that is about a 10 or more minute walk. I know…you don’t have to say it…. my garden should be closer to the house. If it was, I would miss all the goings on out there. As I came around a curve a very large bird flew out of the tree line in front of me. Woah. It rested on the haystack for a second then flew several feet to a resting spot on the ground. Two dogs were with me and they ran quickly toward it. It was a hawk. A juvenile male Red-tailed Hawk. This is very unnatural behavior for a hawk to be and stay this close to us nosy creatures. Our dogs walked right up to it and were literally nose to nose with this guy. I was then clued in that he must be hurt.
I ran back up to the house to get Pops. And my camera. I was not going to let this photo-op slide away from me. I was just hoping the guy was still going to be there when we got back. But that would mean he WAS hurt. He was there. He was hurt. And he was a beaut!
I made our son go with us so he could see the cool bird up close. We see these birds of prey all the time but not a foot away. Ever. He said as we approached, “If he doesn’t make it, do you think we could get him stuffed?” He had just woken from a nap. Not clear yet. Funny bird.
This bird was really defenseless. He was scared but allowed us to do what we needed to care for him. VELVEETA!!! You gotta love it. Velveeta is good for many things except human consumption. I musta been in a total brain fog the day that thing fell into my grocery cart. Pops tried to hand feed the wild hawk Velveeta. He wosn’t hungraaay.
I called the state park nearby to see if they could direct us. They directed us to the “Return to the Wild Ladies”. Cool. I called them ladies and they were here in a flash. They rehabilitate birds of prey and send them out into the wild. They will even perform surgery on them. If they cannot fly they try to locate a nature center for them to live. If all else fails they have to euthanize them. Apparently it is against the law to not. There are lots of laws pertaining to the protection of the wild birds. Whoda thunk?
Today, before this event, I did not know about this group of ladies. I think it is awesome that such a thing exists. Bird Ladies. Wonderful. “Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence. Tuppence Tuppence a bag.”
Our world is such a wonderful place. We all have such unique gifts. And I thank God that our gifts are as diverse as we are. We are blessed to be so different.
Pops and my son went on to the golf course. My son hit a ball across a creek where a hawk dove down and started bouncing up and down on his ball. Wings flopping up and down trying to kill the thing, I think. When they got to the other side of the creek, the hawk flew away with his ball. What does all this hawk business mean? Whew.
The weather is awesome by the way. I hope yours is too. I got a skip in my giddyup.