On Saturday morning, I was roused from slumber before 7:00 AM by the unnerving machine gun style alarm calls of the Bulbuls (of which there are now four free-flying in my living room). I stumbled off of the sofa, peered out of the window, and looked for a cat. I did not see one, and yet I heard a panicked rush of aviary birds, and Bulbuls were still firing away in a relentless, distressing ensemble. So I crouched down and tried to find their line of sight, and then I saw the threat. It was a juvenile Cooper's Hawk (Accipiter cooperii) perched on the fence. By Sunday morning, I knew to grab my camera when I heard the Bulbuls' call to arms. He had returned, and even with an accomplice, I noticed as they fled.
The beam on which I hang laundry to dry doubles as a perch for a young Cooper's Hawk. The yellow irides
and breast plumage striations indicate that this visitor is a juvenile, and I surmised from body shape that he
is not a Sharp-shinned Hawk. 29 August 2010
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