Eagle April 2

I saw this eagle on a sunny day recently. The blue sky was welcome, and a contrast to the grey skies in yesterday’s shots, which I had to lighten to better show the birds. Today’s eagle is from a different location on a different day and, presumably, a different eagle from the two shown yesterday.

Eagles April

What does a photographer do when she or he sees people stopped by the side of a road aiming cameras? Follow the lenses, of course.

Eagles April 1

It was a grey day. You’ll see a difference in the sky with tomorrow’s eagle.


I think this is the same red-tailed hawk that I’ve seen lately around our neighborhood. It caught my attention because several times I’ve heard it calling repeatedly. I understand their calls are territorial, to protect from intruders. I thought I was going to catch it perched in the tree but like so many wild critters it said “Nope!” when it spied something aimed its way.

Redtail n RWBB

Almost as soon as it took wing one of the local red winged blackbirds in the nearby marsh decided to protect its interests and make sure the hawk didn’t feel welcome. Predator or prey, it can’t be an easy life.

Flocking around

We first saw this scene at a considerable distance. Two big geese…and, what’s that? Goslings?? Wow! That’s sure a lot of them!

So I wandered overland (Shhhhh! Through private property…). I got as close as I could and this was the best shot. As I approached, some of the “goslings” scattered. Then I got home and put the flock up on my screen for a better look. Canada geese, of course. One is nestled into the grass. Goslings? No way. American wigeons. And once I identified them I realized I’d heard their high pitched “whee” as they chatted among themselves.

Good thing I’ve never pretended any expertise.

Bird eggs 1

The little daffodils were blooming but they were crowded out by last year’s dead ornamental grass and summer flowers. As I cut away the grass a mass of little white shells caught my eye. Eggs!

Bird eggs 2

Last year’s grass had sheltered a batch of bird eggs, each about an inch in size. I suppose you could call it a “nest,” though it doesn’t appear to have the typical bits and pieces a bird might call home. I don’t know what sort of birds they might have been. They’re long gone now.