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The Hawk
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Cindi    Posted 03-04-2005 at 19:42:53       [Reply]  [No Email]
There is something incredibly romantic and beautiful about an adult hawk. I never fail to stop what I'm doing and give them my full undivided attention when I chance to see one, and if I happen to get a nice long look, it's a good day. So imagine my delight when one dropped practically into my lap this evening.

I was driving down the dirt road that leads back to the house when I spotted this hawk snuggled down into some weeds at the edge of the ditch. Clearly this was not normal behavior, but I continued slowly on my way, leaving him to his business. When I went out again after dark a full two hours later and he was in the same spot, my fears were confirmed. This beautiful animal was in trouble.

I know hawks can be formidable and even dangerous, so I did what any normal red-blooded female will do when faced with a tricky situation; I called my wild-hog hunting, snake handling, wandering the woods in the dark type, scared of nuthin teenaged son on his cell phone.

Jake, ya gotta come catch this hawk for me.


Well, theres this hawk, hes just sitting here on the side of the road. I think hes hurt. I cant just leave him here, if a dog comes along...

Mom. Are you saying HAWK?

Yes, son! Hawk! HAWKhawk! You know, big bird, mottled color, Im-gonna-get-that-chicken, type hawk.

And you want me to catch it. I could hear the grin in his voice.


Do you have any idea what youre asking me to do?

I sure do. Now, listen, if you can go running around the woods in the dark chasing after two hundred pound wild hogs, you can handle a little old bird.

Mom, that thing will rip me to pieces. Its what they do. Thanks for thinking of me, but Im not interested...and dont you go messing with it either. Promise me!

Do you know what youre asking ME to do? I demanded.

I said promise me.

Uh huh. I said, noncommittally, and hung up. But I did leave it alone...for the moment.

I went back to the house, but I couldnt stop thinking about this magnificent bird lying there; easy prey for any predator that should happen along. I told my youngest daughter, Jenny, and she commiserated.

Well, lets go get him. She said with conviction.

Back down the road we went, to where I had last seen the bird. It took several minutes to get the Jeep angled in toward the ditch just right so that we could work in the glow of the headlights. Once we were in position and standing there looking down on our unfortunate friend, I lost my nerve again.

Okay, there he is. Get him. I said to Jenny.

Do I look like Im stupid? Im not touching that thing! The whites of her eyes stood out in stark contrast against the darkness.

Well what did we come all the way back down here for?

I thought you were going to catch him! And you have to Mama, look at him, poor thing. We cant leave him here like this.

Oh, all right!

I just happened to have a blanket and a laundry basket in the back of the Jeep. I took the blanket and folded it in half and then in half again. I figured I had to move fast, and I was right. As I approached, the hawk rose up to his full height, fluffed up his feathers to look more intimidating, cocked his head to the side in utter outrage, and opened his big old sharp beak ready to do battle. He had time for one good, dirty look, before the blanket settled down over him. I scooped him up, blanket and all and deposited him in the laundry basket. Once I had him home, I transferred him carefully to an old rabbit cage. Hes sitting there now, in the kitchen floor, watching me type this, and looking royally pizzed off, but I know I wont have to worry about him through the long night, and in the morning Ill call the Hawk People, whoever they may be and arrange to get him into better hands than mine. Hes sitting on a bit of an angle so Im thinking he has a broken leg, which is enough to pizz anybody off, but hopefully hell mend and go back to doing whatever it is that hawks do, and if Im lucky Ill see him again, and if I get a good long look...itll be a good day.

Bryan in WI    Posted 03-05-2005 at 16:51:55       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Just a warning, I think that it is illegal to possess that bird or any part of it. You could get in REAL BIG trouble for taking it in, even if it is sick and you are doing the right thing. I know that you are trying to do the right thing, but be careful. Someone that knows more about it than I do can contribute.

KellyGa    Posted 03-05-2005 at 05:49:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
Good to see you Cindi! You did good, as usual :) Good thinking with the blanket and laundry basket, as I was reading, I was wondering how you catch an injured hawk! Hope your doing okay. I bet its so nice and warm down there. :)

Just got off the phone...    Posted 03-05-2005 at 05:41:21       [Reply]  [No Email]
...with Wrede's Big Bird rescue. They're about thirty miles away, so I'm off to take my friend for serious help. I get to keep my burger. (smile)

Ya'll have a great day.

SY    Posted 03-05-2005 at 04:59:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Good story Cindi.

Glad you're posting them again.

I've saved every one of them. Thanks.

James(Ga)    Posted 03-04-2005 at 20:12:16       [Reply]  [No Email]

Good Story Cindi,Good to see you again,i love your stories and cant wait until the next one. James

Cindi    Posted 03-05-2005 at 04:00:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks James! Any idea what you feed a hawk?

hawk food here-    Posted 03-05-2005 at 06:39:04       [Reply]  [No Email]
whenever we field mow we see upwards of 5-6 redtails. lots of field mice running ahead of the tractor, or out to one side. hawks eat mice.

Dave Smith    Posted 03-05-2005 at 04:46:12       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Cindi, I am also a hawk watcher. They eat a lot of mice. I wiuld try some raw hamburg or piees of meat and see what he does.
Some day I will post a story about Hector the hawk and myself. They are a inteligent bird.
Dave <*)))><

Cindi    Posted 03-05-2005 at 05:22:16       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks guys!

He's such a proud old thing. Absolutley gorgeous. He just shot a wad of slimy greenish white poopah across the kitchen floor, so whatever is wrong with him has nothing to do with his plumbing. Elvis waltzed through here a few minutes ago and the bird did his little intimidation dance again.

I'll try the raw meat thing, Dave. I hate to thaw out a whole package of burger on the off chance that he might eat it, but what am I gonna do. I'm just waiting for 8 a.m. so I can start making calls.

Betty Oh    Posted 03-05-2005 at 06:21:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
Beautiful job, Cindy, Keep us posted.

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