Wednesday as I was eating dinner, I watched a Sharp-shinned hawk attack a starling. Life in the world of nature is both cruel and interesting. This was both of them.
I watched as the hawk tore off the legs of the live starling. By the time I ran down stairs to get my camera and got out behind a shed, the hawk was tearing off the head as the starling still struggled minus its already eaten legs.
As I slowly approached, the hawk flew up on a log to finish its dinner.
All that was left of the starling were legs, feathers and the head.
The next day it was back again. Only this time I found him in a tree with another starling. He can stay in my yard as long as he leaves the goldfinch, chickadees and evening grosbeaks alone.
Another great time in the wilds of Idaho.