Kingbird

Friday, traveling south on Powers Blvd.


Two birds in aerial display.

One..a Swainsons Hawk. 19-22 inches in wingspan. Sharp tallons and beak. Able to soar on the winds with sharp eyes to spot lunch on the ground.

Two..a Western Kingird. 8" wingspan. Regular feet. Able to soar some and flap a lot and stay close to the ground to chase down seeds and grubs.

Terrible mismatch. World champion takes on kindergarten babyface.

My guess:
that the hawk was dangerously close to spotting a young Kingbird (lunch) nearby and momma had to do something to take on the big monster. She did, flying behind and above and darting down on the hawk to peck his back.

She didn't take him on - that would have been folly indeed - but she pushed him on nasty peck by beligerant peck and so he was distracted and soared away from endangering her young.

Dart, dart, dart. And suddenly the hawk was moving on.

Quickness and strategy and fearlessness had won the day. Brute force had come up short. (Your enemy goes about like a roaring lion seeking whom to devour. (I Peter 5:8f)

"When you are brought before synagogues, rulers and authorities (the big hawks of your life) don't worry about how you will defend yourselves or what you will say, (comparing claws and wingspans, looks and beaks) for the Holy Spirit will teach you at that time what you should say." Dart, dart, dart. Luke 12:11-12.

Selah

David