The jays are like blue vacuum cleaners scarfing up nuts right and left, more than one at a time, then stashing the results in hidey-holes.


Part of birding is social. "Nice to see you". "What have you seen today?" "How's the family?" etc. A couple of us were chatting when, WHOOOSH!, right by our heads flew the young redtail. Well, excuse me. Maybe we were standing on potential prey, but this was funny, awesome, but also worrisome. Sweet hawk, beware. Humans. It's wise to keep on alert. Not this youngster. Sat on branch studying the space while we gawked. Humans are fine. We're all friendly. Nothing to worry about. The hawk stayed in the space obviously hunting for lunch.
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