19 Jan Red-shouldered Hawk
Many acres of undeveloped fields and forests surround Lepidoptera Buffet, which is, as a crow flies, conveniently located between the heavily forested, northern shore of Clinton Lake State Park and the thick woods meandering along the steep banks of the Kaw River. Open fields, riparian, and deciduous woods create a diverse habitat for many pollinators, wildlife, and birds that reside within these spaces.
The topic of our story is the Red-shouldered Hawk, Buteo lineatus. It is a medium sized bird of 17-24 inches with a 36-48 inch wingspan. Members of the Accipitridae family, hawks are fearsome, diurnal birds-of-prey. They are identified by prominent hooked beaks and sharp talons. These high-soaring raptors have extremely sharp vision, the eye structure is similar to binoculars. They often hunt from perches before dropping to the ground to capture small mammals, reptiles, frogs, or insects. Several types of hawks reside in this row of deciduous trees along the property line.
The mature Red-shouldered hawk, photographed while perched on the old hedge post marking the S property line, has a short, broad tail with rufous shoulders and rusty barred breast. However, as we learned, the juvenile Buteo hawks can present with extensive variations which can make identification a bit more challenging.
As is characteristic of some Buteo hawks, the Red-shouldered raptors hunt with slower wingbeats, followed by powerful, low glides and quick turns.
Our story takes place just before sunset on a cold January day. The setting sun looked like a fiery cauldron pouring molten gold into the horizon. The sky was illuminated with intense reds and deep pinks, splashed like paint across a giant canvas. Inside the house, while working on our computers, we could see the studio windows beautifully ablaze with the reflections of the sky. It was a typical January sunset.
Suddenly, a noisy ruckus erupted with squawking and flapping wings as the large flock of small birds scattered, hither and thither, away from the feeders. It was utter chaos for one second, but then, a deadly silence prevailed. I looked out our southern view from the living room window as a hawk swooped from a low branch of the Persimmon tree towards the house. The penetrating eyes were focused on the feeders, the powerful flapping of the wide wings created inertia like a speeding bullet; the huge bird’s trajectory was aimed straight toward the one bird feeder hanging from a shepherd’s hook—just a few feet from the windows.
All the little birds simply vaporized as if they performed a magic trick, disappearing into thin air to avoid those sharp talons. Some darted under the deck, while other flapping wings dove into the tangled branches of the Althea bush.
Despite the disappearing act, the hawk spied dinner ahead. Seemingly oblivious to the immediate danger, one Dark-eyed Junco, Junco hyemali, remained noshing seeds at the feeder. The fearsome eyes of the hawk focused on the Junco, the yellow claws ready to snatch the bird for supper. In a hair-raising split-second, the Junco dashed under the deck to safety. Failing to catch the slate-gray bird, the momentum powered by those broad wings propelled the bird straight into unseen danger.
Unfortunately for this inexperienced young hawk, the flight path appeared to have pink sky on the other side of the feeders. Apparently confused by the intense reflections emblazoned across the glass, the hawk smacked headfirst into the window, dropped like a sack of taters, and landed on its back. With such a loud impact, we thought surely the glass hurt the bird.
Rushing outside, we stood on the deck watching the beautiful hawk, hopeful for any movement. Still flat on its back, the large bird laid absolutely motionless for several minutes—those deadly yellow feet and talons pointing straight up in the air.
Suddenly, the stunned bird flipped itself upright. Looking around, disoriented, the young hawk stood unsteadily for several minutes before flying back to the same perch in the Persimmon tree. We observed each other for a good fifteen minutes, the luminous eyes of this majestic young raptor reflecting such intelligence and, understandably, wariness.
Opportunistic hunters, hawks often strike prey near bird feeders which explains that bold swoop from the Persimmon tree. Identifying this particular hawk took a fair amount of digging through books and comparing pictures to determine if this was an immature Red-shouldered Hawk or perhaps an immature Cooper’s Hawk. There are so many hawks to learn.
With curiosity now piqued after this first hawk encounter, no longer can we simply point to the sky and say, “Look—a hawk!” We want to identify the bird by name. So, we now use our cameras with long lenses to photograph as much of the identification is through wing shape, color, and banding.
The juvenile Accipiters and Buteos often resemble one another. To identify juvenile hawks, identify if the tip of the tail is squared or rounded, the length of the tail, then look at the types of banding on the feathers.
In the waning light of that cold January day, the faint glow of the watercolor sky still awash with dimming soft pinks, the young hawk flew towards Crow Alley along the East property line, and quietly disappeared into the creeping darkness enveloping the thick branches.
This unique encounter opened a door to the world of birding, however, it is certainly not our last encounter as this particular hawk, now a fine young adult, routinely swoops across the bird feeders on the other side of the house where there are no window reflections.
Cornell Lab of Ornithology: Red-shouldered Hawk ID
Field Guide to Birds of North America by Edward S. Brinkley
A Guide to Birding, Joseph Forshaw, Steve Howell, Terence Lindsey, Rich Stallcup
Kansas Birds and Birding Hot Spots by Bob Gress and Pete Janzen
Field Guide to the Birds of North America, National Geographic
The Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Birds, Miklos D. F. Udvardy
Authors: Kathleen Hird Kostner and Ricardo Kostner
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