A dyer at Lanyon Scarp loses two or three red cloths a month off the drying poles and writes it off as shrinkage. The thief is the blood hawk, a raptor with a four-foot wingspan, russet across the back and streaked crimson down the breast, as if it had been dragged through a madder vat and hung to dry. It lines its nest with the cloth. Three people gave three different answers about what else it takes.
A goatherd on Embry Tor says the hawks hunt in flocks of a dozen or more, and that a lone bird is only a scout. He has found kids on the scree with nothing wrong with them but the face. Ada Kerrow, who keeps the madder vats at the Scarp, says they come singly and only the day after rain, when wet reds run darkest, and she hangs her best cloth in the loft rather than argue. A road mender working the pass below the tor says neither. In his telling the birds come to whistling, one answering another, until the sky over the cut is crowded, and he has not whistled on the job in six years.
Set together, the three accounts overlap more than they conflict. The birds are drawn to red and to sudden sound, they go for the face, and they work in numbers where a flock is near. The herders of Embry Tor wear visors of split willow and do not whistle in the open after noon, since a tune carried past midday is said to be answered. Roosts are easy to find. Under every ledge lies a drift of pellets, gray felt packed with red wool scraps and goat hair, and the herders judge a roost by the depth of its drift. Two summers ago the tor held three nests. This summer it holds nine, and the four lowest sit in the gables of the Scarp's dye-house, close to the cloth. The old male that circles the yard lacks his outermost right wing feather, so his shadow crossing the cobbles has a gap in it.
One bird fits none of this. It has sat on the lime kiln chimney by the lower road for nine winters, takes no cloth, ignores whistling, and has never gone for a face. It eats rats from the kiln yard. When I whistled at it, it looked at me a long while and went back to the rat.
- Classification
- Giant raptor, flock hunter
- Habitat
- Crags, tors and cliff-edge roosts
- Danger
- Moderate
- Size
- 4 ft wingspan
- Activity
- Diurnal
- Realm
- Highland moors and crag country
- Binomial
- Aquilites cruentipennis
- Diet
- Small livestock, carrion, rats
- Temperament
- Aggressive, drawn to red and noise










