Showing posts with label Spanish Roadside Hawk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spanish Roadside Hawk. Show all posts

Saturday, Nov. 3, 2012


Yesterday, I posted a picture and blogged about a bird that decided the arm of my patio chair was a good place to rest.  I listed that bird as a Spanish Roadside Hawk.  Apparently, it wasn’t.  Later that night, I showed the picture to a friend who is more familiar with hawks than I am.  I was told that the bird wasn’t a Spanish Roadside Hawk as I’d thought, but instead, it was a Peregrine Falcon. 

Okay, I must admit, I was excited enough when I thought the bird that had stopped to rest in my backyard was a Spanish roadside hawk.  After all, I’m a huge fan of hawks and enjoy their company.  I’ve had more contact with Redtail Hawks than with Spanish Roadsides but enjoy both, considering myself fortunate to be graced with either of their presences.   

But a Peregrine Falcon…wow!  They’re rare, especially where I now live.  So when my friend shared that’s what had graced my backyard with its presence…oh, yeah, I was doubly thrilled.  Not only that, but when I’d thought the bird had been a Spanish Roadside Hawk, I was a bit concerned that it would return to prey on my resident songbirds, since they’re the favored food source.  But, since the bird turned out to be a Peregrine Falcon, I needn’t be concerned, as their diet consists of fish. 

Yay, my resident songbirds are safe and now I have a really cool rare bird that has taken a liking to my backyard.  Doesn’t get much better than that.  : -)    

Friday, Nov. 2, 2012



As I write this, I’m having a staring contest with a Spanish Roadside Hawk who landed outside my office window.  I can’t help but smile.  Perched a mere seven feet from where I sit, we’re gazing at one another, each of us fascinated with the other. 

I’m marveling over his gorgeous markings.  The regal manner in which he carries himself.  How small his head is in relation to the rest of his body.  How the many songbirds that usually reside in my tropical backyard are worked into a frenzy, not the least bit happy with the predator who decided that the arm of my patio table is a good place to rest.

I’m not sure why this spectacular bird decided to gift me with his presence.  But I haven’t taken my eyes off of him since he landed.  Afraid that to do so would rob me of precious moments to absorb all he has to offer. 

My usual songbirds have quieted….  Suppose they’ve decided the hawk isn’t after them, just resting.  Seems odd—to hear no twittering of the songbirds as the usual melodic background music I’ve grown to love.

LOL.  Seems the hawk has fulfilled his purpose.  Having made the songbirds come to terms with the fact that he’s merely resting and not looking to eat any of them, he’s decided to take flight. 

Though he’s gone now, the lasting impression of my backyard Spanish Roadside Hawk being soooooo close for such a lengthy spell has branded a beautiful and deeply fulfilling image on my psyche.