Sit in fir, squawk a bit.
See a taller fir, decide to fly over there. Squawk.
Enjoy the wind whistling through primary feathers. Squawk!
Safe landing. Uh-oh, crows!
Abandon tree. Many squawks!Repeat.
Addendum: Be sure to check out the very clever Edition 117 of I and the Bird at The Marvelous in Nature.
3 comments:
I love the commentary accompanying these great photos! ~karen
My folks have eagles that perch atop Douglas firs near their house. My dad describes their arrival/departure cry as a "scream." But maybe the ones near you are more polite, being at least partially Canadian? I guess the crows mob predators not just during fledging season, huh? They are pesky year-round!
Thanks KaHolly-Karen.
Greenwalks Karen, I would describe their call as a shrill, babbly whistle. It isn't what one expects from a magestic predator. I said "squawk" because it's a short, funny word.
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