Splendor and sorrow
Tonight as we were eating supper, we were dazzled by the sudden emergence of a Baltimore oriole out of the brush. It was pursuing a moth and demonstrated some amazing maneuvering. What a sight, we thought, smiling and marveling at the bird’s great beauty and athleticism.
There were two young rabbits grazing in the lawn, and they suddenly bolted into the long grass. Almost simultaneously, a Cooper’s hawk shot like an arrow across the yard in pursuit of something. A moment later it shot back up into a treetop, chased by robins, and carrying something.
It was a juvenile robin. The hawk sat there, squeezing it in its pincers, then flew off. The female robin sat quietly in a tree nearby.
I had no feeling for the bugs I watched a male grosbeak eating on a dead log in the woods today. The moth’s plight didn’t cross my mind as I watched that brilliant oriole. But when the hawk struck, my signals jammed.
There is a grandeur in the hawk’s dive — its fierce eye, its elegant plumage, its single-mindedness, its strength. Yet I’m also angry, grieved for the young bird just learning to ride the air and suddenly snuffed out.
4 Comments
GretchenJoanna
Oh, dear! That would be hard to watch. Your photos are amazing.
Amy @ Hope Is the Word
Oh. Wow. Nature is such a dichotomy, isn’t it. Your photograps are, as always, breathtaking, especially when paired with your eyewitness account. Thank you so much for taking the time to post your “bird’s eye view”!
Carrie, Reading to Know
Wow. That would be very hard to watch.
Interesting post!
Barbara H.
Your title captures it very well. That would have been hard to watch.