I saw that eagle again, yesterday, and once more this morning, but I’ve yet to get a decent picture of it. Great spoilsport keeps flying over at a ridiculous height, simply ridiculous, out of range of any reasonable lens. Rubbing salt in my wounds, a friend of mine, not even a birder, rang up yesterday morning to tell me about ALL the eagles he’s getting round his farm — he’s got eagles like I’ve got gulls, if his account’s to be believed. Some people have all the luck.
Contrast a bounty of eagles with this motley crowd:
A northern flicker came and sat on a railing across the courtyard. Flickers are among my favourite local birds, but this one elected to stay out of crisp-photography range.
I hoped to catch a nice shot of the flicker in flight, at least, but it went the wrong way, straight into a massive patch of glare.
For some reason, the starlings almost never come my way. You’d think they’d be all over my feeder, like the crows, but they’re not. Someone’s got a feeder high in the trees across the way, and they favour that one. (Not sure what those other birds are, off to the left — too many branches in front of them, and the shot’s not terribly clear, to begin with.)
Gulls circled, waiting for me to go away, so they could raid the feeder.
Whee!
Wrong kind of bird!
Sigh.
