This is a tale of two random chance encounters with birds of prey, one a hawk, one a falcon, whilst out driving in the Cornish countryside. Both within a half mile of each other. Though the events were months apart. Whilst I have only been in Cornwall a short while 4 months last winter and since August 2017, I have been very lucky to see a wide variety of wildlife it does seem that disproportionately our most memorable encounters appear to occur whilst out driving.
The first of my encounters was in early February this year.
Driving back from surfing at Polzeath
beach winding my way along the narrow single Cornish hedge lined tracked roads
in turning a corner I came across in faultless gliding flight centimetres above
the road a Sparrowhawk. It was clearly a male down to its small size, (in this
species it is the female that is the largest).
I had slowed upon coming across it, making sure to stay a
discreet distance away, the benefits of no traffic. The Sparrowhawk, a soft chestnut
brown flew so close to the road it seemed that it was almost touching it as it
wound its way along the lane, maneuvering around each corner at a fair pace
maintaining a seemingly constant height above the ground. Concentrating so much
in its hunting, that I hoped no vehicle would appear, suddenly, from the other
direction around the blind single lane bend and collide with the Sparrowhawk. They
have been known to be so focused on their hunting that they do come to harm
sometimes due to collision with vehicles.
Suddenly, it shot off, diving bullet like into the thick green
hedge in pursuit of two small birds that had appeared.
Flying out of my sight I did not see who won this battle of
survival. It isn’t always the Sparrowhawk
who wins. Sparrowhawks are easy to see, the birds will issue warning calls when
one is in the proximity and, therefore, it is not foregone conclusion that the
Sparrowhawk obtains its prey. It is known that approximately only one in ten
ends in capture of prey by the hawk. By the time the Sparrowhawk’s hunt along
the hedgerow had concluded I must have followed it for near on half a mile if
not more.
My encounter with a Merlin, occurred more recently, 23rd
October 2017 to be precise, a week after my starling murmuration sighting, (see
previous blog post). Again, winding my way along the narrow Cornish lanes, the
day turning to twilight, the yellowy sun tinted clouds hanging low in the air, when
a little ahead to my right, sitting on a farm gate post was the unmistakable
sight of a Merlin.
I have never seen a Merlin before, but I knew as soon as I
saw it what it was. Further research told me it was a male Merlin, though I did
not know this at the time. I drove slowly past, slow enough to observe but not
to startle. It flew a little further on
up the road
perching again on a field gate. It did not appear perturbed by my presence, and, owing to no traffic I stopped a while, watching as it sat nonchalantly looking out across the field, though I believe with an eye on my whereabouts and movements too.
It was so still and so close that I could see every detail
of him, its grey head with its beady black eye topped by a yellow
brow, the beautiful slate blue colouring of its back and its
orange tinted, streaked black breast with its black tipped square tail and yellow legs.
Stopping for a minute or so the Merlin then took flight, dipping close to the ground, out and across the field, possibly in pursuit of prey. I’ve not been along that road since and at some point, this winter I’ll return to see if I can be lucky enough to once again encounter it the Merlin.
Stopping for a minute or so the Merlin then took flight, dipping close to the ground, out and across the field, possibly in pursuit of prey. I’ve not been along that road since and at some point, this winter I’ll return to see if I can be lucky enough to once again encounter it the Merlin.
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