Monday December 23rd 2013 Tim
A Northern Harrier dominates the western
field. He's there in a graceful way, but you understand he frightens the
Mockingbird and so a Northern Harrier can never be my friend. I
believe last Springtime he lingered on into something like the middle of
May. We wondered for a while whether he would nest, which he does on the
ground, in the denser clumps of Thorn and Honeysuckle.
They say that amongst Hawks, the Northern Harrier is
Owl-like in his hunting habits. He drifts this way and
that, low to the ground, looking and listening, flipping
sideways at the unsuspecting. In my world at least, he's
welcome to the odd Cardinal, he's permitted all the Vole he
can eat, but not Meadow Larks or Mockingbird.