Monday, September 18, 2006

It's a window, not an escape route

Well, I'll just hit the ground running. I am in the Midwest, one dog short of the Nuclear Family, living in the suburbs of Chicago.

The picture window in the front room of my house reflects light just right on the outside - perfect for birds to get fooled and try to fly "through" it. They are always banging their heads on it. Some just get shaken up, others break their necks and die. The other night there was the typical loud "thud" and I looked over to see the bird fall over the side. The next thing I saw was a big bird flying low with something in it's talons. This was a hawk or a falcon of some kind! The bird flew across the street to the peak of the neighbors garage and started on supper. I grabbed some binoculars and watched this predator rip that thing apart. Pieces were dropping off the rooftop as it picked and pecked and tore. The carnage was savage to me, but just another meal for this incredible bird.

As I watched, the meal started to look like it was actually another bird. It got me thinking, I wonder if the bird strike on my window was the prey trying to escape. Once it hit the window and dropped, the larger bird grabbed it and went off for a meal. If that large bird hit my window, I have to believe it would have broke it.

Life in the suburbs.....

2 Comments:

At 9:26 AM, Blogger Fighting Irish said...

WELL!?

Where's the update, chuckles!? ;)

 
At 11:45 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I'm still getting used to this thing. Did the new entry show up yet?

 

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