I was driving back from Spokane, Washington, to Clarkston early this afternoon. Out in the middle of the Palouse, over a wheat field off to the left, I spied a commotion. As I looked more closely, I saw a medium-sized hawk…on the run. He was being chased by three sparrows, one dive-bombing the hawk from above, and the other two hitting his tail feathers. The hawk was several times the combined size of all three sparrows…but he was on the run.
Something to think about.