|Google map, colorized. Blue = Georgia Strait, brown = hawk hunting grounds.|
Last week, we were watching a Harrier*, far enough out to be just a swooping speck. We still made the attempt to take photos; you never can tell. And while we watched, another hawk challenged the first one's ownership.
|Unidentified hawk, and Harrier, recognizable by the white patch on the upper rump.|
|Hawk #1 chased the intruder off to the edge . . .|
|. . . where she perched in a tree. (Juvenile Cooper's?)|
Hawk # 1 took a lower branch in the same tree. "My tree!" said Hawk # 2, and proceeded to attack. She took to the air, making figure 8s, up to the left, turn and dive, up again to the right, turn and dive.
|On the downward swing.|
|Caught her at the turn.|
Over and over, she repeated her attack, for over five minutes.
|At the outer tip of the 8. With a boat on the river to the north.|
In the end, one gave up. We couldn't tell which; all we saw was the tail end speeding out of the tree and away.
|Vanquished rival, at the tree tops on the lower center-left.|
And the winner went back to cruising the outer shoreline, looking for supper.
*At least, I think Hawk # 1 was the Harrier. At the time, we thought it was an osprey, but then I checked out our photos.
A Skywatch post.