To be clear, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between red-tailed hawks and a half dozen similar birds in the state, so I’m mostly assuming by population and location that 90% of the brown and spotty and stripey hawky things I’ve seen are red-tailed. The most recent one I’ve seen – and the best view I’ve ever had, if it had lasted more than 1.5 seconds – was going down Peasley Canyon Road. The bird was camping on some roadkill, counting on people to not smash him as they drove by at fifty miles per hour.
Most of the times I’ve seen these birds were from a passenger seat in a car or on a bus, looking out the window. Makes a lot of sense for them to be right by busy streets. Lots of roadkill to eat, and pigeons like to nest under overpasses, or in the supports for the light rail, that kind of thing. One of the highway encounters was just sunning itself on a median covered in sun-baked weeds. Another was flying real close to the street, by one of those pigeon underpasses.
Probably scored a bird there. The most interesting to me was on an occasion when I was either coming to or going away from Seattle in darkness, on the bus. Looking out from the highway in the direction of the Rainier Brewery building, I saw a large bird of prey hauling something as large as it. Could’ve been a fucked up dead cat or dog, but it could also have been a jacket scavenged for nesting material. It was all just shadowy shapes passing by amber steet lamps. This was before they installed the color-cycling lights on the Rainier Brewery building, which I think is now storage or studio space?
The best best view I’ve had of them – the one that lasted longer than a split second or was closer than a mile away – was of a taxidermy specimen in Kansas. It was not nearly as large as I would have expected. Scale is so hard to tell, but at the usual distance I have from them, they seem close to the size of a bald eagle. Apparently much smaller than the big guys? This is the nemesis of birders like me. Scale is almost useless for ID, so fallible are my perceptions. I once saw streaky LBBs much closer than these hawks – probably song sparrows – scavenging in a ditch, and they looked so small to me – smaller than juncos, way smaller than they should have. But they sure weren’t that small. Closest thing to the size I perceived would be kinglets, and these were definitely not those.
The only time I’ve heard their famous cry was in the Olympic Mountains, near Hurricane Ridge. After hearing it so many times on TV and in movies, never in real life, it felt pretty special. Anyway, red-tailed hawk. It’ll eat some roadkill and pigeons for you. It provided the majestic cry we associate with cinematic bald eagles. Salute.
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