Eating Crow

images-2 Hawks rule Central Park. I see them early in the morning swooping and diving in search of mischief no doubt.

But they do have their advocates. There’s even a bird-watching group who spends time observing them.

A few years go, when a nest was dismantled from the eave of a Fifth Avenue building, hawk lovers went nuts, picketing, calling the newspapers. The evicted hawk family just went down the block to the Carlyle and built a new one. How smart were they. If you can’t live in your desired home, go to a good hotel. My sentiments exactly.

I was hurrying from the East Side to the West to get my hair trimmed, and who do I see lolling on a low branch but a hawk the size of a fox, and in his talons was a very unfortunate black crow.

OOH…did I get a chill.

It was clearly dead or scared out of its wits since it didn’t move, and I knew he was about to become breakfast…crow over light.

I looked at the hawk, a dead ringer for Angelica Huston (if you were hung over, half asleep or without your glasses) with great disdain. He stared right back, the arrogant shit, as if to say, what are you looking at? Do people stare at you when you’re about to sit down to a meal?

Now I have no deep love for crows, but my heart still opened. If that bird looked remotely alive I would have wrestled it away. I know, how crazy is that. You need to understand I can’t bear to kill anything nor see it in pain. Mr Hawk would have had a nutty though worthy opponent.

Of course, I may have ended up at Lenox Hill Emergency I still owe money to, but it didn’t come to that.

I left before breakfast was served and took an alternate route coming back not wanting to see those hawklike table scraps.

And as my Italian grandfather used to say, evera-ba-dy needs tua eat.

Well, since you put it that way.

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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12 Responses to Eating Crow

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I love watching the hawks around here. I like crows, but I love the ravens. They are such big babies, I once fed an injured one dog food sandwiches. He’d hobble out of our woods and eat the sandwich. He did this for about ten days and then disappeared. I prefer to think he got better and flew away.

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    • I’m sure that’s what happened, and how kind were you. Karma in nature is very special. I rescued a baby squirrel once from drowning in the 72nd Street Boat Pond. I knew if I didn’t grab this little ratty thing it was curtains…so I said a prayer and pulled him out watching him scurry into the bushes…they have scruffs, like cats…who knew.

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  2. Hanknyc says:

    I have a photo of a hawk in Central Park with a rat in its talons. No complaints here about that kill. Chances are the crow was sick or old. There’s nothing kind about nature’s ways, but you wouldn’t want to upset how nature balances itself. Unfortunately, we, as a species does way too much of that, ultimately at our peril.

    This is from Cal Vornberger’s beautiful book, Birds of Central Park. “Central Park, an 843-acre oasis set in the middle of New York City, is a welcome respite from the vast network of steel, concrete, and glass that borders on all sides. It is also, rather remarkably, one of the top birding sites in the United States, according to the New York City Audubon Society, and the only urban site on that list. More than two hundred species, about one-third of the species found in the entire country, pass through the park twice each year heading north and south on their migratory routes. It’s no wonder that New York’s Central Park has become a magnet for thousands of avid bird watchers each year.”

    Bird watchers from all over the world come to Central Park to do some serious bird watching, and photographing, especially at this time of year, just as there are more birds passing through the park than the rest of the year. You’re lucky to be so close to nature at its most intense, even if you have an occasional encounter with its natural cycle of life and death.

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  3. micklively says:

    There’s no point in baulking at nature. You may as well rave at the wind. It is how we’re here, it’s why we’re here.
    Unlike cats and todlers, hawks don’t play with their food, so the crow’s departure will have been swift.

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  4. katecrimmins says:

    Earlier this summer I saw a fox grab a squirrel for breakfast and felt the same way. The fox needed to eat but I felt so sad for the squirrel. It was one that frequented my yard cleaning up under the birdfeeders so it was like family. The circle of life.

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  5. Hanknyc says:

    Micklively, eagles and hawks do, on occasion, play with their prey.

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  6. Those hawks must be big, although I guess it’s good something is keeping crows from taking over the earth.

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