City Hawk Snatches Chihuahua?
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In February, I watched a red-tailed hawk eat a rat in the bare branches of a tree in Riverside Park.
A man stopped to watch with me. A few minutes later, a woman walking a small dog asked what we were looking at. When I told her, she said, “I used to think the city’s hawks were magnificent. Now if I had a gun, I would shoot them.”
“Why?” I asked, startled by her ferocity.
She told us a story: One clear summer day, as she walked in the park, she saw a group of picnickers happily barbecuing and enjoying life up near 125th Street. Suddenly a red-tailed hawk swooped low, picked up a tiny chihuahua in its talons, and soared north along the river, as the bereft owner wailed.
“It was amazing how far you could see him flying,” she said, “with the pink leash dangling behind.”
Since then, she hates hawks.
I think I understand. I’d certainly be devastated – and possibly unforgiving – if a predator ate my beloved dog (it would have to be some kind of prehistorically large pterosaur to choke down Esau). But as a fellow hawk watcher said, “It’s a wild animal. It doesn’t share our morals. That’s the way it is.”
He’s right, of course, except that we don’t share our morals, either. We declare some animals all right to eat and others off limits. There’s no natural law to this; it’s a cultural thing (some cultures eat horses and dogs; we don’t) and an individual choice.
Some pigs, for example, are pets
and some pigs are meat.
Surely it’s a bit much to expect wild creatures to distinguish pets from prey, when the distinction is essentially arbitrary.
If this story is true (and even if it isn’t), it brings up the fascinating issue of human-wildlife conflict in urban centers. New York City’s raptor population, once virtually nonexistent, is growing larger. Eggs have just hatched in the Riverside Park nest as well as in the peregrine nest down on Water Street. We’re waiting to hear about the picturesque nest at Saint John the Divine.
And any day now, the numerous other hawk and falcon nests all over the five boroughs will be home to eyasses.
Life is tough for young city hawks, and the majority will not survive to adulthood. Rat poison, cars and disease will take a toll. But each year, enough babies survive to expand the numbers of predatory fliers in the skies over New York City. They’ll be soaring over the streets and parks, looking for meals, and tiny dogs and cats look at least as tasty as any rat, squirrel or pigeon. Like our suburban neighbors who are losing pets to coyotes, this story offers a reminder that we may need to adjust our behavior to accommodate the return of the wild. So if you love your cats, better to keep them inside where they can be neither prey nor predator (songbirds will thank you). And if you love your tiny dogs, keep them leashed and under your watchful eye, at least when strolling in Riverside Park.
I couldn’t shake the image of the hawk carrying off the poor little dog with the pink leash, so I asked my friend, Charlotte Hildebrand, to paint an illustration for me. And she did.
This painting arrived with today’s mail. Thank you, Charlotte.2011, April, Birds, Hawks, In the City, NYC Parks, Riverside Park, Wildlife/Natural History, Winter comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.