The hawks wouldn't have defended their nest so ferociously if they didn't have chicks. Anything could have eaten them.

In general, I guess I'd liken it to a bees' or a hornets' nest.

To be fair is not enough any more. We must be ferociously fair.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.

The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared with his foot on the prey.

She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em; Like us, for fish she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em. Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerly with her, While slow the bending net we sweep, God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.