A Young Raptor’s Lesson in Streator City Park

Why We Don’t Chase the Wildlife (Even If It’s Cute)

In Streator City Park this week, a young hawk made quite the entrance—right onto the grass and into the hearts of parkgoers who weren’t quite sure what to do. Some thought he was hurt. Others thought he was lost. And at least a few kids thought he was a feathered soccer ball.

But here's the truth: the juvenile hawk wasn’t injured at all. He was just too big for his nest, and like many of us around age 13, he found himself grounded—not by punishment, but by physics. Learning to fly is a clumsy process, and his parents are still around, watching from above, feeding him on the ground as he figures it all out.

Thanks to the sharp eyes and kind heart of Molly Patton, the hawk was safely assessed by a certified bird and wildlife rehabber and given the all-clear. No broken wings, no drama—just a teenager with wings too big for his own good.

Now, a PSA to everyone enjoying the park: admire this little raptor from a distance. He’s beautiful, yes. He’s rare to see up close, sure. But he’s also wild. And wild animals—even the awkward, slightly confused ones—deserve our respect and space.

A reminder to parents: if you see your kids chasing wildlife, it’s time for a quick talk. We share the park with creatures who’ve been here long before we poured the sidewalks. This hawk’s ancestors likely soared over this land when Ralph Plumb was still figuring out how to lay out the town.

And while this young hawk is fine, there is an injured vulture still on the loose. Molly is actively searching for that one, so if you spot a bird that can’t fly or looks hurt, let her know right away. (And please, double-check that it's not just another awkward teenager with feathers.)

Let this be a reminder: coexistence starts with kindness. And sometimes, the most noble thing you can do in Streator City Park is nothing at all—just stand back, admire the hawk, and let nature do its thing.