From that title you might be thinking that much of our wanderings so far since leaving CT have been fowl- but not foul by any means! So allow me to deviate from my usual chronological postings while I present “Feathered Friends – a Short Story or Two”.
Anchored in San Domingo Creek at St Michael’s we saw an eagle land on a nearby osprey nest; not a common sight at all. He hung out there for quite some time and seemed to be pondering the nest; certainly he sat in judgment as only a majestic bird can.
Anchored at Solomon’s. So it happened again, I look out the front window to see this hawk (haven’t seen a hawk in ages) come down from the trees, wings flapping. When I saw a small rabbit make a clean get away I figured the hawk missed, but well, not so.
He sat there, so I grabbed my camera and got this shot. Just as I snapped a second shot, he flew off.
When I downloaded the photos, it became clear that the rabbit was not the prey; an unlucky squirrel was the target.
Absolutely one of my most lucky shots ever. Usually I’m seconds too late. Still, a new camera is in our near future.