The hag Coopers that is. I am a LITTLE tired of her. She doesn’t take too many pigeons, and the ones she takes are probably not my best (though if any of my occasional flying pouter discussion group are reading, several half pouters of the bulky Spanish kind have so far outflown her), but she keeps them stirred up and nervous, and that’s not really good at the beginning of the breeding season. Also, she goes right inside the loft, kills and eats a pigeon, and sits there staring at you. I like predators, but she’s a little presumptuous.
So this time, we decided to take her five miles south and a couple of hundred feet higher into Hop Canyon, which rises up into the peaks of the Magdalenas. It is a lush riparian canyon and also hosts an affluent subdivision where people feed birds. Finally, I believe her nest site is at the mouth of that canyon, and as it is almost courting season I’m hoping she’ll hang up there even if she’s heading back to my loft.
In sequence below: She bit me! This better be your last time; Ready; Go! Gone…
As you can see. not even a good point and shoot, swung as fast as I could, can catch an angry Accip.