The circle of life. Despite the claim in the song, Disney never shows us the predators, including his highness the King, chowing down on the herbivores that provide the carnivores with their sustenance. Theoretically Mufasa is the apex of the food chain but all of his meals are “off-camera.”
But Camera Girl claims to be a wildlife realist and the hawks and vultures, the foxes and coyotes according to her “gotta eat.” So, when a rabbit or a squirrel ends up as a meal somewhere on the property, she shrugs it off, “everyboody’s gotta eat.”
Today one of the local hawks performed its patented power dive a couple of feet away from Camera Girl’s bird feeders and the bird (we think it was a catbird) never knew what hit it. Oh well.
But there is a more gruesome aspect than just the kill. The hawk eats the entire bird while plucking the feathers as it goes. Camera Girl watched this from her kitchen window and I could tell she wasn’t shrugging it off. She has a soft heart. And since she feeds the birds and attracts them to the location, she feels that she was responsible in a way for the predation.
And all things considered that is true. That hawk would not have caught that catbird today if she didn’t feed those birds every day. But I tried to cheer her up. I said, “Well, you’ve been feeding these birds for years. And all those free meals have contributed to the health and longevity of all these birds. With all that extra food they’ve probably produced double the number of hatchlings they would have raised if they were thin and weak. Maybe that very catbird would never have been born if his parents hadn’t eaten the seeds you provided.”
So, I threw that out there. Hopefully it helped a bit. And I’m sure she’ll bounce back tomorrow when she goes out early to feed Moe and Flo the crows and Poe the raven. And she’s been watching this skunk (of course, it’s Pepé Le Pew) that appears at dusk and scratches around where Moe’s food was earlier in the day. He’s almost all white and kind of wide and flat to the ground. He looks like a giant Tribble or a furry version of the Horta. But so far, I’ve managed to avoid it while I’m doing my late afternoon watering. The last thing I need is getting skunked in my own yard.
Of course, the flipside of all this is the fact that the bird feeders also occasionally attract black bears to the property. The last time the bear used its weight to bend a very substantial steel tube all the way over. I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that one day the circle of life might mean I could be on the menu for Yogi Bear. So, there is that to consider. I’ll mention this to Camera Girl and see if that changes the whole risk to reward ratio for her bird feeding hobby. I tend to doubt it. She really likes those birds.
