This morning about 300 snow geese landed in the corn field stubble behind our house. They raised a racket and blanketed the field. It is easy to see why they are called snow geese. I called our neighbors so they could also enjoy the sight. They were a wonderful respite from the human world.
Then, about 3 p.m., I looked out the back window and saw what looked like a dead Rhode Island Red. That’s what it was; one of ours. The head was mostly gone, but the rest seemed untouched. At 5 p.m. when I was complaining to Linda that the least the hawk could have done was to have eaten it, she said, “It’s eating it now.” There it was, a big fella, ripping feathers off to get at the meat. It was there about 15 minutes ripping and chewing away. It was either a Coopers or a Red Tail. Even with field glasses, we couldn’t be sure, and we didn’t see it fly away, which might have shown us the full view of the tail.
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