I stepped out of the car at work this morning to be greeted by the sound of nearly a dozen Blue Jays raising quite the alarm. It only took a few seconds for me to locate the cause.
The Cooper's Hawk was bobbing and weaving as best it could, the Jays coming within inches of its head. Once it realized that I was watching as well it flew over to another oak. I tried to get a better shot from that spot but it took flight again, soaring out of the tree and just a few feet in front of me. It then headed toward the more dense stand of trees near the highway.
I had been told a hawk was haunting the parking lot. I would too with all the nice, plump Mourning and Eurasian-collared Doves that hang out just outside my window.
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