(Squick warning — if you don’t like guts — literal guts — view with caution.)
The Thursday group started out at Albany Airport. Whoop de doo, three Snowy Owls. We’re almost (not quite, but almost) blasé about them now. A pair of Harriers and a Rough-legged Hawk hunted, skirmishing briefly with the owls and resident Redtails. Off to the river!
While on our way we got a call that the Redheads were still hanging out by the Crescent power plant, so that was our first stop. Not a great look in the shimmery lights, so I tried to get closer while the rest of the group went above the dam to scan gulls. When I caught up, everyone’s attention was fixed not on the mass of gulls on the ice, but about 50 feet offshore where this immature Peregrine Falcon was plucking his catch of the day — a Ring-billed Gull. Feathers everywhere!
Acckkk! Bllffttt! Pttooi!
Then he got down to business. Neither a crowd of admirers nor a passing Redtail deterred him from lunch.
It’s winter. Food is too important to be distracted.
Feathers stuck to his back, beak and tail.
Finally a Bald Eagle buzzed the gull flocks and that was one disturbance too many.