Boy, one squished possum sure can make for an exciting day of bird-watching! This morning there was some fresh roadkill right at the end of our driveway. Lancelot, our big dumb collie-dog, went right out onto the highway to check it out, so Homero used the toe of his boot to move it onto the lawn.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A few hours later, when I went out to let the goats out for a while, I heard an eerie sound halfway between a screech and the chirp of the world's largest canary. Looking up, I saw no fewer than three bald eagles - two adults and a juvenile - perched in the tall trees along the western fence line.
Over the next half hour, I watched them swooping down to the ground and lifting off again, circling and apparently fighting in the air. They moved from tree to tree to telephone pole, generally looking regal and photogenic.
It must be getting on towards nesting season, no? I always hope that a pair will choose to nest near enough for me to watch them. The very first year we were here, a couple raised a chick somewhere close by, and taught him or her to fly in the neighbor's big field, but we never did see the nest. I'll keep my eyes open this year!