A peregrine falcon in a squirrel nest. Right outside the window, just as the students were coming into advisory. Talk about a synchronicity ripe for 8th grade humor. Once my students realized that peregrines eat squirrels, they were off.
“Hi honey, I’m home.”
“It’s about time. I was really hungry!” (sounds of voracious devouring)
“Mommy, mommy, what a funny beak you have.”
“The better to eat you with, my dear.” (sounds of voracious devouring)
“Mommy, mommy, what’s for dinner?”
“You, honey.” (more sounds of voracious devouring)
Though participating in their humor, I was also puzzled by whether squirrels would actually show up in their nest with a big raptor sitting in it. Was this peregrine a bit daft thinking it would get easy pickings to sit fully exposed in his victim’s nest? Maybe the squirrel would think he was just a hat-rack. It’s only February, doubtful that any young ones were in there unable to escape from their role as raptor appetizer. Or maybe the raptor had already dived into the nest, at a furious speed, and had had a scrumptious feast and we were just witnessing the tryptophan stupor and his waiting for the football games to be broadcast.
“Down on your knees, squirrel. Beg for your life.”
“Oh, oh! That’s why they call you a bird of pr[a]y.”