Mystery Hawks
Aug. 14th, 2005 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Sometime last week, on a humid evening with a high bright overcast, I went out for a walk. It was very sticky, but at least not hideously hot, as it had been for an interminable time. I was bored with all my usual walks, so I decided to go check out the lovely rampaging wild garden at the corner of 35th and Pillsbury. Besides being beautiful in itself, it provides endless narrative interest as one sees which pieces of it are firmly under control for the moment and which have gone mad and overflowed their bounds.
It looked pretty tidy this time. The front yard, which is not very large, was full of shrub roses, semi-restrained brambles, purple coneflower, phlox, and coreopsis. The boulevard had a glorious section of native sunflowers, an ignominious mown one where something had gotten out of hand, and a tangled collection of hairy bellflower, daylily, motherwort, ragweed, lambsquarters, and oxalis. The back yard was harder to glimpse because the fence was higher, but I was admiring the six-foot thistle that was blooming right over the fence, when I became aware of a background noise of whistling and screaming. It sounded more like a children's party with exceptionally melodious noisemakers than anything else. I went on down the 3400 block of Pillsbury Avenue, which is fortunate in still having seven or eight very large and ancient elm trees in good health. Swooping and whistling amongst their upper branches were about a dozen birds, large birds. I finally saw one silhouetted against the bright gray sky, and immediately thought, "Hawk."
I walked around craning my neck, and found three large flat nests that didn't look like crows' or squirrels' nests. The whistling and screaming went on. I could see the birds moving around, but the bright sky and the dark street made seeing much of anything difficult. I finally descried a bird sitting on a branch over the middle of the street, preening its breast feathers. It seemed to have a dark-gray slaty back and some white on its underside, and it did have a raptor profile when it turned its head briefly.
I went home to get the binoculars, but by the time I had done so it was too dark to make going back worthwhile.
I leafed through Sibley, looking particulary at peregrines, since we have a fairly thriving introduced population downtown, but I had not seen enough to be able to make an identification.
The next day it rained. I went back anyway, with the binoculars. I could hear the screaming two blocks away. I fell in with a pleasant fellow from the neighborhood, who told me that the health of the elms had been paid for and fought for repeatedly by the Lyndale Neighborhood Association,, that the hawks were nesting in the back yards of several residents as well as in the boulevard trees, and that he wondered if they were rough-legged hawks. One kindly landed in a river birch, much closer to the ground than the huge elms, and we both looked at it through the binoculars. They kept steaming up because it was humid; rain dripped all around. The bird was wet and kept shaking itself. The tips of its tail feathers looked as if they had been dipped in white paint, and it had stripes or rows of spots on part of its upper breast. The underside of its tail was mostly white, but we kept thinking we saw a rufous undertone and then deciding that maybe we didn't.
I went home and looked at the bird books again, but was no wiser.
This evening I went back, with binoculars. It's a clear day and was sunny then. I spent some time looking at two birds perched side by side on a very high branch of one of the boulevard elms. They were grooming themselves. They had dark stripes on the undersides of their tails, stripy throats, very definite white spots on the tops of their wing feathers, exceedingly white undersides to their tails.
I went home and looked at the bird books. They did look a bit like rough-legged hawks. But rough-legged hawks are allegedly here only in the winter. And they didn't look all that much like them. They didn't look all that much like anything, except some kind of hawk.
I am a terrible bird-watcher, but I do enjoy myself.
P.
It looked pretty tidy this time. The front yard, which is not very large, was full of shrub roses, semi-restrained brambles, purple coneflower, phlox, and coreopsis. The boulevard had a glorious section of native sunflowers, an ignominious mown one where something had gotten out of hand, and a tangled collection of hairy bellflower, daylily, motherwort, ragweed, lambsquarters, and oxalis. The back yard was harder to glimpse because the fence was higher, but I was admiring the six-foot thistle that was blooming right over the fence, when I became aware of a background noise of whistling and screaming. It sounded more like a children's party with exceptionally melodious noisemakers than anything else. I went on down the 3400 block of Pillsbury Avenue, which is fortunate in still having seven or eight very large and ancient elm trees in good health. Swooping and whistling amongst their upper branches were about a dozen birds, large birds. I finally saw one silhouetted against the bright gray sky, and immediately thought, "Hawk."
I walked around craning my neck, and found three large flat nests that didn't look like crows' or squirrels' nests. The whistling and screaming went on. I could see the birds moving around, but the bright sky and the dark street made seeing much of anything difficult. I finally descried a bird sitting on a branch over the middle of the street, preening its breast feathers. It seemed to have a dark-gray slaty back and some white on its underside, and it did have a raptor profile when it turned its head briefly.
I went home to get the binoculars, but by the time I had done so it was too dark to make going back worthwhile.
I leafed through Sibley, looking particulary at peregrines, since we have a fairly thriving introduced population downtown, but I had not seen enough to be able to make an identification.
The next day it rained. I went back anyway, with the binoculars. I could hear the screaming two blocks away. I fell in with a pleasant fellow from the neighborhood, who told me that the health of the elms had been paid for and fought for repeatedly by the Lyndale Neighborhood Association,, that the hawks were nesting in the back yards of several residents as well as in the boulevard trees, and that he wondered if they were rough-legged hawks. One kindly landed in a river birch, much closer to the ground than the huge elms, and we both looked at it through the binoculars. They kept steaming up because it was humid; rain dripped all around. The bird was wet and kept shaking itself. The tips of its tail feathers looked as if they had been dipped in white paint, and it had stripes or rows of spots on part of its upper breast. The underside of its tail was mostly white, but we kept thinking we saw a rufous undertone and then deciding that maybe we didn't.
I went home and looked at the bird books again, but was no wiser.
This evening I went back, with binoculars. It's a clear day and was sunny then. I spent some time looking at two birds perched side by side on a very high branch of one of the boulevard elms. They were grooming themselves. They had dark stripes on the undersides of their tails, stripy throats, very definite white spots on the tops of their wing feathers, exceedingly white undersides to their tails.
I went home and looked at the bird books. They did look a bit like rough-legged hawks. But rough-legged hawks are allegedly here only in the winter. And they didn't look all that much like them. They didn't look all that much like anything, except some kind of hawk.
I am a terrible bird-watcher, but I do enjoy myself.
P.
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Date: 2005-08-15 03:23 am (UTC)Especially beginning in October, and all through November and December, we'll go down to the beach to escape the punishing heat and look out over the ocean. There will be three levels of birds in the air: low down the gulls and others who live there, busy going about the day's doings. Middle, the smaller migratories, usually in flocks. Punctuated by flying Vs of geese.
And high up I don't know what, I assume the larger raptors or whatever it is that migrates, just soaring specks against the hazy blue sky.
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Date: 2005-08-15 04:19 am (UTC)I love your layers at the beach, though. There is quite a beauty in larger movements, as I always tell myself when I'm in the cheap seats at the theater and see that somebody actually gave a passing thought to the view from there.
P.
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Date: 2005-08-15 02:43 pm (UTC)Apparently they're released birds from the Raptor Center--maybe that explains your mystery hawk? It does sound like a peregrine at least with the dark back and the spots, though my hawk identification skills have gotten a bit rusty... goshawks are also dark on the back, but they're huge comparatively, and I can't remember their underside... now I'm going to be wondering all day.
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Date: 2005-08-15 05:56 pm (UTC)I was somewhat appalled when I later saw one that was not skreeing and diving at my head and learned they only weigh about three pounds and they do not, in fact, have a nine-foot wingspan or a voice that shatters the very earth itself.
OTOH, it gave me an unbelievably good reference for any stories in which the heroes are dive-bombed by raptors, because holy cow, that really is scary. (It was my own fault. The signs said, "Beware of nesting goshawks in the area," and I went biking through there anyway. Hoollleeee crap. O.O)
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Date: 2005-08-15 05:48 pm (UTC)It was cool. I've seen a raptor or two hover over the Sculpture Garden, but they're always just far enough away to defy identification.
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my guess?
Date: 2005-08-15 11:03 pm (UTC)You shouldn't have them in Minnesota, but if there's a raptor center releasing birds to the wild, it seems possible.
http://www.desertmuseum.org/visit/rff_harris.html
or, completely tangentially,
http://danny.oz.au/travel/scotland/duncansby-dunrobin.html
-- Graydon, who does after all owe you a few wild-thing identifications
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-16 06:56 pm (UTC)My real reason for thinking that's not what these guys are is, however, that they have chestnut bits, and the hawks I saw definitely don't.
P.
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-16 11:17 pm (UTC)The thing that made me immediately suspect them is that most raptors just won't nest communally.
So maybe it can be put down to climate change? :)
-- Graydon
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-17 03:45 am (UTC)I wonder if the communal nesting has to do with the especially good opportunities in that neighborhood. There really are not many huge trees like that left, and especially not in such numbers.
P.
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-17 01:19 pm (UTC)Also, I'm not sure of the LJ "reply to this" ettiquette--I wanted to comment on the idea of the Raptor Center releasing outstate birds locally. You really should make a field trip there...it's fascinating.
The center shelters/reahabilitates raptors from all over--including harpy eagles from Venezuela. The ones they can make fit to return home are returned to their native habitat. I think there was a Harris hawk when we visited in July. But, it would be released where it belongs, not in town. http://www.raptor.cvm.umn.edu/
Jan
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-17 01:21 pm (UTC)I don't spell check, I don't re-read until too late.
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-17 05:55 pm (UTC)There is a raptor center in Arizona, but I guess ours has better facilities or better technique or something? That's fascinating. I am much relieved that they would not release a desert hawk here.
P.
Re: my guess?
Date: 2005-08-21 01:27 am (UTC)Feather colour is sensitive to diet (if you don't feed flamingos the particular plankton they're used to, they're white, not pink, frex), so perhaps the zoo (and possibly the ones you've got) doesn't provide the necessary variety of lizards to produce that robust chestnut colour.
The lack of huge trees is certainly a hardship to large tree nesting birds, but I don't think it'll overcome the general raptorial disdain for communal nesting, else osprey would never have taken up nesting on telephone poles.
-- Graydon
Might be Cooper's Hawks...
Date: 2005-08-16 02:11 pm (UTC)Pamela, if you can get a feel for the silhouette in flight, that will help. Cooper'ses(how do you pluralize a possessive that's also a name?) and sharp-shins look like a cross between falcons and a hawks. Short, widish wings and long, slender tail.
Patuxent Bird Identification InfoCenter has pictures and stuff
http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/Infocenter/infocenter.html
cooper's http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/Infocenter/i3330id.html
sharp-shinned http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/Infocenter/i3320id.html
And because I must dump every bit of info I have: buteo hawks have "fat" silhouettes--broad wings and a fan-like tail. Falcon's have sharp wings almost like gulls and slender tails.
AND there's a light form of the red-tail called Kreider's hawk. We saw a courting pair at my mother's--very cool. The Raptor Center has one. You should go there on a field trip. The Center is open most days to drop-in visitors.
Jan M
Re: Might be Cooper's Hawks...
Date: 2005-08-16 06:55 pm (UTC)Thanks for the info about the silhouette. These look very much like buteos rather than falcons.
Coopers' Hawk just doesn't look right somehow, though.
The last time I went back they weren't visible though I could hear them. I'll try again for a lucky clearer look.
P.