
Maybe I was a bit glum to begin with, but seeing the doomed Downy Woodpecker sent me into a deep period of self-reflection, even on Christmas morning.
I was alerted to something going on by the sound of a slight window strike. I went to investigate, found nothing, but then saw the hawk on the ground in the front yard - with something in its grip.
I saw black and white but grabbed my binoculars for more details - it was a downy, on its back being held down by a hawk (probably a sharp-shinned), but still alive. Should I try to scare the hawk off, hoping the downy was still okay? But as I moved from the window, the hawk flew off, with the downy still in its grip.
Immediately, sadness and a feeling of loss filled my heart. I hate to lose any bird to a strike, but why a downy? Downy Woodpeckers in my yard number below a half dozen, so a loss of even one is significant. Did I just lose 20% of my downy population? And I worry that the victim was Sweetie, a female downy that roosts in the nestbox in the corner of the yard. Will I ever see her again at day's end, peeking her head out the nestbox hole?

But what would I have preferred that the hawk take? A chickadee, one of the 18-20 in my yard? No, not a chickadee! Not that sweet little bundle of joy!
Should he have taken a jay, one of the dozen or so I've been seeing? Those big, raucous, peanut-gorging, seed-spraying feeder hogs? No! Maybe take a tuftie? Or a nuthatch? No - none of the above! How about a dove? Well, okay, maybe a dove.
Wait a minute - who am I to feel great heartache for the loss of a woodpecker, or a chickadee or a nuthatch, but less heartache for the loss of a dove? I don't think I'm alone in this thinking - why are we all more accepting of a hawk taking a dove than taking any of these other birds?
Doves are not an introduced species like House Sparrows or starlings, which would be a convenient way to justify their loss. Is it that we just can't get over the fact that doves are related to pigeons, another species we relegate to the bottom rung of bird desireability? Or do we value doves less because we consider them too big and slow of body and mind, perhaps revealing some bird bigotry that might even reflect our below-the-surface feelings toward their human counterparts?
I find it so interesting how witnessing a hawk strike almost instantly transports me into a state of introspection, as I try to understand the deep emotions I experience following the event. And is that why I enjoy observing nature, why my windows are always open to the world - so that when I witness nature in action, I might learn not only more about nature, but more about myself as well?
As I looked out on the surviving birds, I hoped they were relatively safe from hawk predation for the remainder of the day. But alas, they were not; not more than 4 hours later, a hawk (same? different?) stood sentry on the top of my pole system. Please Mr. Hawk, no more bird strikes today - downy OR dove.

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