The only thing to do when a Cooper’s hawk stakes out a feeder is to take the feeder down, much as it kills my heart to leave my avian neighbors unprovided for in this changing neighborhood where natural food sources have become so much less plentiful. The hawk and the owl must eat, too, I know, but I don’t wish to make their bloody work any easier. I am drawn to their fierce wildness, but this is not the kind of bird feeder I had in mind. I don’t know if I’m right to feel this way.
