How Bout Those Blue jays

Saw something that made such an impression on me.

I was in the park stretching on the 82nd Street bridge when I look up, something I’ve learned to do since nature tends to soar on high, when I see a hawk land on a branch in the tree nearest to me.

imagesThey are so ugly they’re beautiful…a combination of Tony Bennett images-7 and a girl named Edith I knew in high school before she got her nose fixed. There’s a French word, jolie laide, that applies here meaning ugly beautiful.

He sat quite nobly maybe fifteen feet from a nest images-5 I’ll just bet he was eying. They’re very clever, like cat burglars stalking their prey with, well…hawklike precision.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a swarm of blue jays images-4swooped in like the feathered cavalry. I tried counting how many there were…fifteen, eighteen, twenty at least surrounding the nest like the mothers of MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving).

Mr. Hawk knew he was outnumbered immediately taking flight.

It got me thinking…lately I’ve been having lots of issues with authority figures. People who have control over something I either want or need. Needless to say, I’m not handling these situations very well. imagesI have two speeds: to come out shooting or bury my big old head in the sand requiring another gear I can’t seem to locate.

Now a hawk has to be a very imposing presence to a small bird, even those with nasty, Napoleonic reputations, but they still saddled up to protect their young.

It reminded me what’s worse than an ugly confrontation is not standing up at all.

It gave me new resolve to deal with those who intimidate for sport removing me from the victim’s role.

Going back to last Monday’s essay (Teacher’s Pet), nature is our greatest teacher.  We just need to keep stretching and looking up 🙂DSC01200

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to How Bout Those Blue jays

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Right on target, as usual, Susannah! We have lots of hawks around here. Although I chase them away from our chickens and bird feeder, I love to watch them. I’m also a big fan of crows.

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  2. micklively says:

    I’ve witnessed similar mobbing of raptors by small birds. My ornithologist friend tells me it’s very common behaviour. It’s almost as though the raptors have a binding mission statement (i.e rob the nest) from which deviation for other tasks (i.e tear the heads off these pestery little flappers) is not permitted.
    Maeve released a green sandpiper (we think) that was caught in our back fence yesterday.
    We have a surfeit of crows, if you need some. 😉

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    I have 4 bird feeders and a garden so we get them all — robins, jays, crows, finches, titmice (don’t you love that word?), etc. It’s so fascinating to watch them interact with each other interspecies. Birds get along fairly well. The jays are the warning squawkers. “Hawk in the area! Hawk in the area!” Some of the others rate the food. “Sunflower seeds over here are fresh! Niger is a little old!” You gotta love the birds!

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    • I do. My mother fed them every morning so I grew up very conscious of all that flew. As my grandfather used to say whenever he was asked why he and my mother were so good about feeding them, “They-a have tua eat tua, no?”

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  4. Patricia says:

    We have several hawks that nest near our building. I love to watch them soar. Sometimes one will perch on my balcony railing. The other day there was one on the lawn with his lunch…a squirrel. Felt bad for the squirrel but had to admire the hawk because a couple of people tried to shoo him away. They left…he stayed.and finished lunch.

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  5. Wonderful! I think we are alike, I have those same two speeds, all ahead guns a blazing or curled up in a ball in some dark corner. Today has been the latter and I needed to read this post today. Thank you. I love the photo of you at the end of the post. This was a great read today.

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