This post references this older post.

Did you read the old post?  It’s a short one, but very cool.

Today I saw the hawk again.  I was outside shoveling and I heard a ruckus coming from high above me.  The hawk was being chased out of the trees a street or two away from us by three very noisy crows.  Mr hawk was just casually flying away.  I wonder if he had a baby crow, or an egg or something as he was laughing in the face of the crows he had just violated.  He flew over my head into the woods behind my house.  Once or twice he bobbed and weaved as the crows got close enough to touch him, but otherwise he was just casual.

Then I saw something even better.  Hawk number two!  Hawk number two came out of the trees from the direction that hawk number one was headed and just leisurely flew past the others.  I was expecting number two to kick some ass on those three crows.  I mean, three crows vs two hawks pretty much equals two hawks eating crows for lunch, but no.  Number two just flew away.  He/she was pretty  ambivalent about the whole thing.

Eventually I lost them all in the trees.  A few minutes later the three crows came back out, heading home.  I guess hawk number one showed mercy on them.

I love where we live.  Our house is in a city.  Not a big one, but a city nonetheless.  Our home, however, is right in the middle of wild kingdom.  We have hawks, we have deer, we have all sorts of birds I’ve never seen while living in the suburbs.  I love it.  I really love where we live.