It would be nice to think that nature is full of gentle, fluffy creatures who get along in perfect harmony.
Of course, that is not the case and this was brought home to me today as I witnessed a juvenile Cooper’s Hawk (obviously well taught by the parents) devouring a luckless House Sparrow.
Juveniles have thin dark streaks. Here is an adult.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
This morning was my first visit to the Don Mills Trail which runs from York Mills to just north of Eglinton a little east of Leslie. The city built the trail on the roadbed of a former railway line, known as the Leaside Spur. It opened in 2016.
I seldom see rats, but here is one that was by a garbage bin. They are remarkably adept at staying out of sight considering that urban areas are said to have one rat for every five people.
If you have a feeder, you may be graced with the presence of one of these little beauties: a Red-breasted Nuthatch.
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around. – Edgar Allan Poe