These past two days I’ve had the privilege of watching a band of crows run a hawk out of the neighborhood.
Before the crows came, the hawks had a happy hunting ground. One of them once buzzed my head. Remembering what happened to Kirk Douglas in The Vikings, I ducked just in time.
No single crow is a match for a hawk, but three or four will do the trick. Watching these events reminds me of the aerial combats in World War I. If the Allies had thought of sending up three or four planes to deal with the Red Baron, they would’ve nailed him long before he posted 80-some kills.
The hawks are after squirrels and smaller birds. These prey animals now benefit from the crows’ vigilance and zeal. God’s creation is full of local “balance of power” politics. We might’ve had no squirrels left if the crows had not moved in.
Don’t worry–He won’t let the hawks starve.