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When I was a kid I used to wonder what it would be like to be a Red Tailed Hawk. Of course we called them chicken hawks back then. There was the brown chicken hawk and the red chicken hawk. But they were both chicken hawks. A hawk, is a hawk, is a Hawk, sort of thing. That was one of the first things that the newcomers taught us, that they were Red Tailed hawks, not chicken hawks. And they would only eat a chicken if it was wounded and hungry, Right…. like an abused childhood thing I guess.
Don’t let the newcomers fool you they do eat chickens.
Talons and Tailfeathers, oh my! This shot convinces me that either Kym is part fairy photographer and sprouts wings between midnight and dawn, or else she has a troop of “little people” with their own wee cameras who work on commission for her in secret…
And, as a chicken-eating newcomer to these here parts, I pledge to learn all the local species of hawks and call them by their true names. When I see one in town within earshot of Ernie, I will refer to it as a chicken-hawk, which is fun to say and a reminder to keep your poultry penned!
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Insanely good!
Is it an owl? Wow, it is just incredible to see the details, the spread feathers, the raptor’s claws, the sharp eyes scanning for prey. Nice job, Kym!
When I was a kid I used to wonder what it would be like to be a Red Tailed Hawk. Of course we called them chicken hawks back then. There was the brown chicken hawk and the red chicken hawk. But they were both chicken hawks. A hawk, is a hawk, is a Hawk, sort of thing. That was one of the first things that the newcomers taught us, that they were Red Tailed hawks, not chicken hawks. And they would only eat a chicken if it was wounded and hungry, Right…. like an abused childhood thing I guess.
Don’t let the newcomers fool you they do eat chickens.
Those claws look ferocious.
I can just taste the freedom!
Kym… Boy, am I impressed!
Wow!! Just Wow!
Talons and Tailfeathers, oh my! This shot convinces me that either Kym is part fairy photographer and sprouts wings between midnight and dawn, or else she has a troop of “little people” with their own wee cameras who work on commission for her in secret…
And, as a chicken-eating newcomer to these here parts, I pledge to learn all the local species of hawks and call them by their true names. When I see one in town within earshot of Ernie, I will refer to it as a chicken-hawk, which is fun to say and a reminder to keep your poultry penned!
How in the heck did you get this shot??? Amazing!!