I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and a witness to an epic battle in the sky over our home.
Me: I’m not sure it was epic. Probably happens all the time.
Stella: There were these 2 hawks. And there was this group of crows…all of them yelling. CAW! CAW! CAW!
Me: A murder of crows.
Stella: Say again?
Me: A flock of crows is called a ‘murder’ of crows. I know. Weird.
Stella: Scary. The crows drove the hawks away, but they did not murder them.
Me: No. I counted 7 crows all flying at the hawks at once. Not many, but enough. The hawks hightailed it.
Stella: Where did they go?
Me: Back to their home. I saw a nest not far from here. The crows can’t let them stay around. The hawks will rob their nests.
Stella: Hawks are robbers? But they are so beautiful.
Me: And hawks can carry off small animals, well, small to medium animals.
Stella: Carry off? As in flying off with animals? To teach them to fly?
Me: Not exactly.
Stella: Why then?
Me: Hawks are predators and they hunt for their food and they have great eyesight so when they see an animal on the ground, they swoop down and…
Stella: Carry them off for food! Animals like…bulldogs?
Me: I have not heard of…
Stella: But bulldogs are too big, too heavy, right? How much can hawks pick up?
Me: I’ve heard from 6 to 60 pounds so…
Stella: So, no bulldogs. We weigh more than 60 pounds, right, Lady Human? Lady Human?
Me: Well, Tiger weighs about 75 and so does Snoopey. Wiggles weighs 70. Miss Sweetie is a tank. She weighs 81 and a half. Doodlebug, he’s usually around 79.
Stella: And me? Tell me I weigh more than 60 pounds.
Me: As it happens, you’re a little lightweight for an OEB. You weigh 50.
Stella: Please tell me that 50 is more than 60.
Me: Not exactly.
Stella: AAAAGGGGHHHH! I’m hawk food!
Me: These hawks aren’t the biggest, so I don’t think there’s any chance…
Stella: But they have friends!
Me: They tend to work alone.
Stella: Then why were there 2 of them?
Me: Hey, seven little bitty ole crows chased them off.
Stella: That’s the ticket! We need to recruit more crows. Get several murders of them working for us. We can share the chicken feed with them. The chickens won’t mind. You won’t let me go out alone while the hawks are around, will you? Do you weigh more than 60 pounds?
Me: Yep. I’d say so.
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