Bird Chirping Weather

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Spring eventually does get here.

House sparrow getting ready
Screech owl soaking up the sun
At least one eye of spring is upon us
Where the wood duck boys are
Hooded mergansers know where the girls are
Hi there, heron
Bath time for Birdies
Doctored recent eagle photo

Swimming Lesson

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Short Story: Saw a gold banded, MWR7, bald eagle catch a very big fish. The eagle went into the water trying to hold onto the fish. Turns out, the bald eagle is a success story from the 1980s. He was raised by captive parents, trained by a falconer to fly and hunt on his own, and then released as a first year in 2005. His grandparents were some of the first to be a part of the Massachusetts bald eagle recovery efforts.

The Snatch
Wowzer!!
OOPS!!
Swim to shore?
Or…
… fly out
Stayin’ Alive
There are more fish in that river.

Love Your Eagle Month

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What a week we have had along the Hudson River. The eagles are enjoying the open water and the snow goose is staying.

“Alice, come back!”
Youngster hoping for an easy catch of the day
Right spot, right time
The fishing has to be better over there
This may be my New Year’s Day bird – tail feather coloring looks familiar
Snow goose trying to get some uninterrupted sun
River watchers team

Eagles in the ‘Hood

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There’s one good thing about the polar vortex. It brings a Convocation of Eagles. Please enjoy photos of our recent arrivals. The local residents are protesting with signs that say, “Private Property, NO Trespassing!!”

Fresh sushi
Most likely a local bothered by the eagle invasion
My Gal giving me her eagle eyes
Gorgeous adult in breeding plumage
Youngster flying with the big boys
Kettle of eagles just before a major snow squall
The crows were not happy about this first year parking on their tree.

New Year Delights

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This 2019 year has started off on the right birds for me. Featured image is an American Tree Sparrow in the freezing cold.

This lovely lady landed in front of me as I was driving to breakfast on New Years Day.
An hour later, my red-tailed hawk was hunting on the landfill.
Not to be left out, one of my totem birds, a great blue heron, was engaged on a local pond.
Of course, the mute swans were around, too.
A very few days later, my local traveling companion joined me at my park.
The red-shouldered hawk was not to be left out of the photos, even in the pouring rain.

My local resident female eagle and I communed for fifteen minutes. I left. She stayed.
And in a severe ice attack, our wintering eagles arrived. I am blessed today.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

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Enjoy these photos from around the Lower Hudson River.  The ospreys will be leaving soon, but the kingfisher stays around all year.  Our immature great blue herons from a nearby rookery invade the area and some do stay.

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Belted kingfisher on its favorite dead tree
Great blue heron youngster really trying to catch a fish
Different great blue heron kid focused on the fishing
American kestrel on the landfill
Northern Harrier sharing the same landfill
Resident red-tailed hawk taking a break from the kids

Watered Down

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It’s all about the water birds in this summer heat.

Cormorant Landing

 

Young Eagle Fishing

 

Mallard Molting

 

Young Heron Hunting

 

Great Egrets Wading

And one dragonfly

Audubon Mural Project NYC

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Finally got to visit a few of the murals.  Totally worth a trip.  Many are painted on the metal night doors, so you may not see them during store hours whttp://www.audubon.org/amp

 

Endangered Harlem

 

Fish Crow

 

Pinyon Jay

 

Ovenbird

 

Mountain Bluebird

 

Reddish Egret

 

White-tailed Kite (and others)

Swan Time

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Eagles are still around, but the swans stole the press.  We had an American crow adopt the feeders at Croton Point and the ospreys returned.  Our local red-tailed male is now doing double duty, feeding his mate as she incubates.  And I can’t forget the robins of spring.