At least for our smallest falcon, the American kestrel. The boys have a beautiful blue “jacket” that sets them apart which is quite striking. The girls are not far behind, and larger to boot. Guess its best not to mess with them in case they hear me.
I’ve been going through old photos when wildlife was my primary subject. I long since sold or traded the old Canon and Olympus gear, but seeing these shots makes me miss grabbing these shots!
Flying an Accipiter is akin to dating a psycho. It can be a lot of fun, things move fast, and when times are good they are great. But, staying sane is overwhelming, the time you have to invest leaves room for nothing else, and the propensity toward violence is a serious consideration. While hawking with a Cooper’s hawk was certainly memorable, I would definitely have to check my brain before attempting that again.
Oh, in case you were wondering the Cooper’s hawk three-foot-stare looks a lot like the photo above. Its the look moments before the hawk makes a concerted effort to grab your face with its talons.
This red-shouldered hawk questions whether to hunker down in this old cypress tree or try and out fly the storm just before it hits. Guess he saw the futility in outrunning the storm since he stayed while the deluge of summer rain came over us all.
……..everyone listens. Otherwise you may get grabbed, and that does not feel too good.
A beautiful raptor I had the pleasure to spend a very brief time with. We don’t see to many of these in the wild in southern Florida, so this was a special treat!