A Red-tailed Hawk landed in the top of our tall cottonwood tree and perched settling her feathers for a minute. “Oh great,” I thought, “get those #@&*+% squirrels!” But it was not to be. Three Blue Jays noticed her and of course couldn’t be having with that and started screaming and swooping an inch over her head. As usual the Red-tail made no aggressive move, just hunched her shoulders and looked put-upon and unjustly accused. “I don’t even eat birds,” was her clear body language, but after a few minutes she gave up and flew off. As she neared the trees across the field, a dozen crows rose up and took up the pursuit.
Help help I’m being repressed.