Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Hunting harrier.

A male Northern Harrier came flopping along at eye-level,

paying me no attention whatsoever.

Like a player circling the net with the puck on his stick, hoping to jam it in the short side, he cut around a willow,

and dropped. Golden-crowned sparrows were feeding on the ground there, moving like mice. Whether after a sparrow he mistook for a vole, the usual winter food, or in the mood for bird, I don't know. In any case, he came up empty.

4 comments:

KaHolly said...

Nothing like being in the right place at the right time! Gret captures. ~karen

Hugh said...

Thanks Karen. It pays to have one's camera always at the ready.

Kim and Victoria said...

I believe I saw a couple of these while out jogging a month or so ago. I'd never seen one before. Beautiful birds.

Karen said...

Wow, dramatic! Very cool that you saw and documented this. Lucky for the sparrows, unlucky for the harrier, he came up empty! I would love to see this bird sometime - here we have the usual eagles and some common hawks, not that I'm complaining.