Ravens and Red-Tail
Ravens amassed above a gas station on Divisadero (San Francisco). Construction meant traffic, so I got to watch with my friend Rob, speculating on the kerfuffle... "A cat on the roof, near a nest?" Unlikely, but "surely some predator, a raptor maybe?" Sure enough a Red-Tailed Hawk rose up from the canopy of the Shell Station and flew a few feet to rest on a street-light right in our sight-line. The other birds followed and resumed their pained shouting and molestation, dive-bombing and croaking ceaselessly. One enraged Raven pulled a feather from the crouching Hawks head, startling him. A small something, a Raven chick, fell to the street faster than the feather. And the hawk took off, and the ravens flew away, and grieved together.
(photo notes: from the internet)
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