Here's another sad moment in our bird feeding experience. Early this afternoon a predator (presumably a Cooper's Hawk) ambushed and made off with what I believe is a Tufted Titmouse. One never likes to see one's dinner guests lost to predation, although that's the way of the wild. But I feel especially bad because it seems that our Titmice are taking the biggest beating. Last year I found evidence of at least two Titmouse kills. I can only hope this one was older or sicker than the others in the area.
It will be some weeks before there's enough leaf cover to really help the songbirds. I have placed the feeders as close to safe places as I can (none is more than four feet from a tree), but bare branches don't make the best shelters. So our hawk gets a meal, and life goes on. But our hearts are heavy.
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