Progress

Continuation from Wednesday.  Little hawk's tail, tinge of red.  The baby perched on tree branch for hours before flying to wall behind Museum. It was good to see that it could still fly, though a bit ineptly.

At the base of that wall there's a water-filled tub. It dove in to drink. The landing resembled a belly flop.

Getting out of the tub was also a bit of a wobble.

The next task was to get back up onto the wall.

It sat on wall calling to parent, not the usual loud call, more like a whimper.

The good news is that this sweet bird is now also at rehab. This is its one chance to be cured from the rat poisoning.  Hopefully, the internal damage is not too far progressed.

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Thank goodness

This is the look of a sick hawk, sick most likely from rat poisoning, rat poison most likely put out by the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  This is the hawk's hunting territory. For days this beautiful hawk has been perched in a tree slightly west of the Museum.  It can fly short distances, but for the most part it is lethargic.  Its sibling, thank goodness, is already at the rehab center, has tested positive for anemia, a symptom of rat poisoning, is being treated, prognosis positive. But this baby has been high in the tree, not accessible.

Sitting, sitting, sitting is not normal hawk behavior. No preening. No exploring. No hunting. Just sitting.

Thank goodness, the Park Rangers were able to get this youngster this morning and the baby is now also at rehab. This is its only chance at survival.  The one rehab center that has been responsive, always ready to help is Bobby Horvath's-  Winorr.  I normally don't get involved with "politics", but this is very important.  Winorr is not government funded. They pay for all care, so any donations are hugely helpful. The address is:  Winorr   202 N. Wyoming Avenue     N. Massapequa, NY  11758

There will be several hawk images posted tomorrow.  We can't let these gracious members of our world come to harm. 
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After the meal

Behind my back non-diner came to explore remainder of starling meal. My pal gave me the sign to turn around. Right at my feet, inquisitive hungry hawk. I could not have backed up without breaking my neck falling down a big rock.

Nothing left but feathers

From the sublime to the ridiculous.

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Safe food?

What is safe?  How does a hawk learn what's safe?  Is there a smell to a sick prey?

 What about starlings? What illnesses do  birds acquire.  This young starling was healthy. It got done in by young hawk, a relatively easy catch.

Sibling waiting and watching.

Nothing left but the feathers

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