Lately our birdseed feeders have been swarming with more feathered friends, moreso than this past summer. There could be 30+ finches, chickadees, pine siskins and scrub jays monopolizing the four feeders at any one time, quickly depleting the food. Then suddenly, it seems like one of the birds sounds an alarm and they disappear in a flash! Yesterday, we saw why. As the small birds evacuated, another larger bird flew across all the feeders and perched in a tree just outside our deck near those feeders…it was a stunning sight!
I believe this bird is a prairie falcon. (Can anyone confirm its identification for me?) With a length of up to 50 centimeters, their diet consists mainly of smaller birds caught in flight, and small mammals. Recently, I found one of the feeders covered in fresh blood. I thought some of the little birds got in a fight, but now I’m wondering if this hunter had anything to do with it. Anyway, I would flee too, if I were in danger of being eaten!
(Although it has been snowing heavily these past two days, I was glad to be able to get some shots of this activity.)
This is for the letter “S” Story Challenge by Frizztext, to share a short story or reflection, even an aphorism using a word tagged with each letter of the alphabet.