I got bombed by a hawk today. The weapon – upon which I sincerely hope our benevolent government will impose common-sense controls without further delay – was about 30% of a rabbit. The rabbit did not offer an opinion of this abuse.
I’m guessing as to the actual percentage, suffice that it was a spine still connected to two rear legs and an ass. Bre’er Hawk apparently preferred to consume his rabbit from the head down. He has this, if nothing else, in common with Little Bear.
Had a more extensive than usual list of chores this afternoon, going from D&L’s to J&H’s and then to Landlady’s for the regular chicken duties. On the way from J&H’s some light-colored hawk – too big for a sparrow hawk but definitely not a red-tail – got startled from his meal by the approaching Jeep. He flew across the road, right in front of the Jeep, and halfway across he re-thought the matter of carrying what was left of the rabbit. Extra load jettisoned, the hawk made a timely escape. The rabbit obeyed the law of gravity, the Jeep obeyed the law of inertia, and the law-abiding bodies met in the middle.
Little Bear expressed interest, but I didn’t let him have it.
I also have been bombed by birds, but the weapon used was far more disgusting than spare rabbit parts! At least your jeep has a roof.
Never had a bird bomb out in the country, but that’s one of the things I hated about the city. The office I worked out of for a long time had a stupid projection from the roof over the employee entrance, so the large number of pigeons that roosted there year round kept the walkway near the door peppered with their droppings. And, of course, occasionally they got lucky and made a direct hit. Disgusting to the max.
Why not let LB have the rabbit? The wormy part was already gone. 🙂
Well, it could have been one of your large rats.