By Eric Greinke
A broad-tailed hawk is using a bird
feeder for bait. Yesterday, we watched while it
plucked grey feathers from a song sparrow & ate
her. We grieved for the sparrow and feared for the
chickadees & the two sets of cardinal mates.
You urged me to shoot it, but wouldn�t we hate to
see the hawk starve just as much? Frozen in
ambivalence, I wait, not sure what I�ll do if I see
red down floating on a cold wind.
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