Be-robed and be-slippered, I was out with the dogs and happened to look up. Good lord! What is that? Too big to be a hawk, wrong shape to be a turkey vulture. Could it be….?
Ran into the house for a camera. Batteries dead! Found some more, couldn’t figure out which way they went in. Hurry, hurry! Amazingly, the bird was still at rest, completely non-plussed, when I finally scrambled out.
Just look at that beak!
The crows, who will gang up to drive off a hawk, screamed from a distant tree: Hey YOU! Get outa here!
But they might as well’ve been a wisp of wind, for all that eagle cared.
Eventually, it took to flight, lazy and low over the bluebird field and out over the pasture. Bet the resident red tails had a sharp eye on their morning visitor!
Should be interesting to see if all the chickens are still in the coop tomorrow.