Glancing out the window above the kitchen sink, I thought I saw one of those plastic owls that people hope will scare mice away on the fence. We don’t have a plastic owl.
It was a Cooper’s hawk, magnificent and motionless, 12 feet away from the bird feeders, eerily deserted.
A couple of days ago, I’d seen the remains of a sparrow, no more than a sad puff of feathers, and had been puzzled.
Cooper’s hawks eat birds as well as rodents.
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