Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Aerial dogfight

 I heard the crows first, coming closer, disturbed. If I were being anthropomorphic, I'd say they were berserkers, not just disturbed.

Then I heard a hawk scream and then a series of screams.

Overhead, the hawk went into a series of tight clockwise turns. It was being mobbed by crows. Then its mate came plowing through the crows, breaking up the formation, and the mob turned on the new hawk, who led most of them away. As the mob pursued the new target, one crow bumped the hawk in flight.

It was a solid hit. I wouldn’t have believed it, but I saw it.

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