|House finches. Pic from here|
They showed up this evening as usual. In fact, it seemed a lot of them showed up and I was beginning to worry about things like the new seed beds I've just planted. I've reason to worry; evidently house finches are bad news. All of a sudden one of the cocks flew at the sliding glass door and hit it which surprised me, because they don't really come near the house, but the reason became apparent seconds later a much larger bird hit it. I didn't see the details too well other than it was a lot bigger than the finch, but Steve exclaimed "raptor!" The house finches disappeared to a bird, and moments later the raptor alighted on the top of the cucumber trellis. I tried to get a picture of him but I wasn't fast enough.
I wish I could tell you what he was but the piece of shit Stokes Guide Western Region did not have this particular raptor in it. (They had a lot of other raptors whose habitation maps showed that they live in the southeastern portion of the country, which last time I checked, was not part of the Western Region. If anybody's interested, I would love a Roger Tory Peterson bird guide for the western region for my birthday- now there's a reference!) All I can tell you is that he was beautiful, and probably a male because it was he was so beautiful. Then he flew into the only trees mature trees that we have in the yard, which, as it happens, are right where I plan to build the hen yard.
Which only doubles my conviction that I have to put some sort of roof and wire cover over the yard, now that I know there are raptors in the neighborhood. Outside of the bald eagles that I've seen hovering over the Willamette, which is only yards away from us, and other high altitude raptors that show up from time to time, this is the first I've seen in the neighborhood proper, and certainly the first I've seen in the yard itself.
I only wish he was a little bit bigger, and the raccoons that woke me up last night chattering to each other were a lot smaller.