I’ve been perplexed and curious about something I watched this pelican do for over six years now. But the purpose I tentatively propose for the behavior I documented in these photos seems more than a little far fetched so I’ve never brought it up. Until now.
Probably the lightest-colored Red-tailed Hawk I’ve ever photographed, other than a leucistic red-tail four years ago.
I don’t see a photo like this one every day and I look at an enormous number of bird photographs.
I was so enamored by the smoke morph hen Wild Turkey I photographed in the west desert mountains two days ago I went back yesterday to see if I could find the same turkeys again. I found them and her but it was a different turkey in the same flock that turned out to be the star of the show.
Yesterday morning I went looking for my favorite Red-tailed Hawk, a beautiful rufous female.
Or perhaps it was a combination of revenge, anger and frustration. Or something else but I doubt it was simply play.
In yesterday’s post I bellyached about Golden Eagles being one of my most difficult and uncooperative subjects. Methinks I should complain more often.
Plus yesterday morning I had one of my most frustrating experiences ever with any kind of wildlife. This time with a bobcat.
I told this story seven years ago but this time I’m including more details and using mostly different photos.
I pay attention to the alulae in my photos of birds in flight and this one caught my eye.
