Monthly Archives: August 2015

Cooper Hawk appears and chaos ensues

While I can admire the lessons that Coopers Hawk can teach me, when he shows up, up close and personal like he did Saturday, I brace myself. Pretty much Cooper Hawks message is Bette Davis’ famous line: ““Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

Looked out the backyard in the a.m. Saturday morning and saw a flash of bird tail that was a hawk going from one tree to the next in the greenbelt behind our house. Stepped out in the yard and found him sitting in a tree. He turned to look at me and then after a moment took off and flew low right over my head!

Ah… thanks… I guess… but I knew, while this was amazing to see him, it also meant something was coming. Sure enough the shit hit the fan with my son who is off to college. I don’t go into my kids history in this blog as its purpose is not to shame them or show off photos of them on my own social media. Strangely enough I give my kids privacy.

However, things came to a boil with him. He had a rough week and with all the changes that don’t work well with his Learning Disabilities or his inherited from my family, temper, he blew up at me and his dad.

This behavior of taking it out on me and his dad has always been around but intensified when we moved to Missouri and he was left in Oklahoma to work on college. I think he was left too much on his own and didn’t handle it as well as I thought he would have. At the time, I didn’t want a confrontation and dealt with it the best I could but now it was time for this roller coaster to stop and I put my foot down hard on his neck.

Remember, if you want to play with the big boys, face the Lions’ wrath.

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Then Grenwinae’s mom got involved and we had to put a stop to that. It was a very chaotic weekend full of disruption, poor sleep on our parts, and wondering if he was going to throw his future away over petty shit. I really expected him to say “fuck this” and walk away from college, his scholarships and the brass ring but Sunday he finally pulled himself together and apologized.

Okay, we can get along as long as you know the rules. But don’t ever think you can pull the lions tail and escape from that encounter without understanding who is in charge.

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Solar Birds

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I was about ready to pull out of my driveway when a black shadow passed over my car. This often happens to me where a bird immediately crosses my path when I get going for the day, so I pulled back into the driveway and looked up to locate the bird who had cast his shadow.

So one bird I saw, definitely was one of my hawks. He spiraled over the road that leads down to the park before disappearing. Than another bird, who I thought was his partner, was spiraling over my close neighbors house. He was joined by another that tried hard to gain altitude with a lot of bird flaps, while the other waited for him.

This puzzled me. I knew we had our hawk pair in the neighborhood. Was this one of their fledging’s? I squinted my eyes and tried to figure it out when they both flew closer to me.

Their wing color was puzzling me as it was black and while the sun can cast the bottom of a hawk body black, when they spiraled I should have seen the tan pattern of their wing tops, and instead I a saw black. Too large for crows and their flight pattern didn’t match a crow.

They came closer again, taking their sweet time in using the thermals. Both had white heads. What…!? You are kidding me! I looked again and no they both had white heads and black bodies.

Goodness. Animal Guides that come and visit me at my house are awesome but I never expected to see a pair of Bald Eagles in my little neighborhood. Powerful!

(Bald Eagles do migrate to Oklahoma in the winter but they generally chose areas where there is water and bluffs – my neighborhood has little of either – they are probably passing through on migration).

Shapeshifting

Last week I had a dream I meant to post; it’s too important not to post it so here it is:

I was standing in the front yard at our house in C__ Missouri. The weather was early fall and I looked up to a blue sky with just a few clouds. Two vultures were spiraling up from the valley in the National Forest and flying slowly above my head in circles.

I looked to my left and a huge vulture was sitting on the hand pump in our herb garden. She spread her wings out wide.. I was wrapped in darkness and then was a vulture spreading its wings.

Husband called my name and I returned to myself. The vulture became a pillar of smoky darkness and disappeared.

Later that week, I told husband I wasn’t sure I was ready for this next change. A call from my closest friend gave me details on how her life will change drastically. Transformation is sometimes impossible to ignore.

Hawk relationships

Going out to the barn to feed, I pass a field where Grumpy Hawk 2 used to hang out. GH2 is most likely a  Red Tail Hawk who is quite a bit darker with a lot of black than most of the RTH’s I see. He is also perpetually plumped up and fluffed with tufts of white sticking out of his body, making him look like he is always molting.

I noticed a few months back a sleeker, perhaps younger, Red Tail Hawk had shown up on his turf. The second RTH was slimmer in body style, maybe slightly smaller but hard to tell. Each time I saw them they were not sitting close, and GH2 seemed a bit put out.

So I couldn’t figure out their relationship. Were they now mated? Their relationship didn’t seem that close. I’ve seen hawks sit so close to each other that they looked like they had one body. These two were always far, far apart.

Was it an invasion of the original Hawk’s turf and he just doesn’t have the strength to kick out the interloper? I can’t think that field would provide enough food for two!

The sleek RTH version is often flying over and lowers himself (herself) down into a bank of trees so I’m thinking a nest might be down there.

Well, if they are mated, GH2 is just “putting up with it” until the fledglings are gone.

I slowly passed by him (no cars behind me) and as I poked my head out the window, he turned and looked down at me. Most hawks do get irritated at being looked at. Not sure why that is since they are at the top of their food chain but they do dislike the Paparazzi. Pretty much go a mind your own beeswax, death glare.

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Life has been full of little difficulties and many irritations. Whatever, has latched onto us thinks it can distract and irritate us so much that we won’t stay focused. Hm. We shall see about that.