I had a new friend show up for breakfast yesterday morning–a sharp-shinned hawk. There he sat minute after minute, sometimes scouring the surroundings for fresh meat, other times preening and scratching. He was oblivious to my dog and only glanced at my form in the window periodically. So I opened the slider and stepped out. Still he stayed on his perch. He only flew off when I dared take a few more steps toward him.
Sharp-shinned look a lot like Cooper’s, who are my usual guests. But I’m pretty sure I’ve ID-ed him correctly because of his skinny legs, the positon of the eye and shape of the head, his broad chest and the white on the back. Not sure if he is young or old, but our Wednesday morning communion was fun.