On Saturday afternoon, I stood on my back porch, and heard a sharp, single call from a Scrub Jay in the trees. Not the usual two Scrub Jay calls, but one, and very loud too. Then, silence, and not just from Scrub Jays: silence from all birds, excepting a few distant pigeons. The normal sparrow chatter disappeared altogether. What was the matter?
In an instant, a hawk swooped in from over the house and into the yard and landed on an oak tree branch. The hawk surveyed the yard with predatory disdain for several seconds, then continued flying north.
I was silent too. No use attracting attention, if you know what I mean!
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