I watched in amazement as a drama unfolded in the bog this afternoon. I was too far away to capture good quality pictures, but decided to share the action anyway.
Sitting peaceably on a branch high in a tree, the red-tailed hawk wondered what hit him…
…and then hit him again.
And a few more times for good measure!
As I stood there, eyes glued to the action happening above me, that little blue jay dive-bombed the large hawk, again and again, making his escape before the hawk knew what had hit him.
Each time the blue jay slammed into him, the stalwart hawk just held his ground, or rather his position on the branch, and made no effort to retaliate. After five or six (or maybe more) direct hits and glancing blows, the red-tail changed his position so he could keep a better eye out for his adversary.
Eventually he apparently tired of the drama, or maybe it was the physical assault on his feathers, spread his wings and swooped away to the other side of the bog. The excitement was over for the afternoon, but it was an unexpected and fascinating drama while it lasted.