I have been working on a photography project with a drop- dead deadline. Every morning, I'm at my computer between seven-thirty and eight. It's easy for me to sit there for three or four hours not moving more than my fingers on the keyboard. If I get up from the chair, it's to let the dogs out, then let them back in. I have to repeat that process, since they can't seem to make up their minds, especially if I'm trying to concentrate. They always know when I'm concentrating and like to bust it up.
Being at my 'work' so unfailingly every day sounds like I'm really disciplined, but I'm not. I'm singular in my focus when my creative self has kicked in. I think this is a symptom of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), which I do have. When I get a thing in my head, I can't shut it off. This is great when I have a project to work on, but it can also be a big problem. My inability to 'give it up' has cost me jobs and cumulatively, weeks of sleep.
Sometimes at night, the shards of a work of poetry start spinning around in my brain keeping me awake until four in the morning. I become fixated. One reason I'm convinced this is a symptom of ADHD is because it's all or nothing for me. My house is either a hog pen because I haven't cleaned in a month, or spotless because I've used Qtips to dig out every crack. When I'm working on a project, I'm apt to not quite get around to brushing my hair or teeth or getting dressed. And, so it was today.
I made good headway on my project, but by noon, I was still in my bathrobe. Having appeased my dogs with the revolving door, I was hunched over the keyboard, deep in concentration. Suddenly, this hawk was sitting on the rail of the deck not ten feet from my face! I did have the camera, but the hawk was too fast and took off. I went outside to look for it, finding it close by in a tree. There were several branches between it and me that made it hard to get a good clean shot. I saw that I'd have to go into the yard to get the photographs that I wanted. But, there are almost two feet of snow on the ground right now and no path where I needed to go. So, there was nothing to do but put on my boots.
I have serious, tall, 'for-when-the-snow-is-really-deep' boots. However, the snow is deeper than deep right now, slightly over my knees (I know I'm short, but still...). My "Lucky Bathrobe" was snuggley warm, but the snow that came over the tops of my boots and up into the robe, was not. Nonetheless, I slogged to where I could get better photos of my target. Once able to get a clear shot, I waited hoping that the bird would fly which it did.
Its flight was expedited by a herd of fourteen Bluejays that took it upon themselves to drive the hawk away. When it flew, I started shooting nine frames a second as I panned my lens along with the bird, left to right. As the hawk swooped past me, I twisted and stepped right, a tactical mistake. My boots bound in snow like cement and over I went. Bathrobe flapping, camera aloft, I made a magnificent snow angel. Flat on my back, snow up the robe, I burst into peels of laughter, seeing my hawk prize disappear out of the corner of my eye. The cold surprise did snap me from my project uni-focus; there was nothing to do after that but get dressed. I wonder why my physician has never recommended snow shock for the management of my ADHD.
This is a Cooper's Hawk, probably an immature female. Cooper's hawks are agile birds of prey that zoom through trees and bushes in pursuit of other birds.
Bluejays often harass birds of prey much larger than themselves. They usually do it in groups. I guess they reason there's safety in numbers.