Sod farm= gulls
Gulls= take-out for Bald Eagles, or so it seems
There were at least four bald eagles that came out of nowhere and began to dive-bomb the gulls:
Here's a young one, I'm guessing at a third year, he had his choppers open the whole time, he'd obviously been out partying all night, look at the state of his feathers:
He landed in a tree right next to where I'd left the car, I gave thanks to God.
Then it gets interesting, I realize that Baldy has done take-out, something is being carried in its talons!:
Here he/she is, coming in for a landing to chow down, in the very same tree as the younger one:
Now he's tearing up his prey, I zoomed in on some flight photos to determine what it was, and it appeared to be a wing of some sort:
Finito, mmmm, mmm good:
All of this happened in the space of fifteen minutes, it was totally amazing. As John, Doug, and Ann can attest to, in my usual, civilized demeanour when out birding, I was quiet as a mouse the entire time- yeah right. I was shaking like a leaf, it was so unexpected and incredible to witness, in fact I am shocked that any photos were even in focus. In the end, though, I became jaded and drove off, leaving both Bald Eagles behind in the tree.
As for my BOTD? Puleassssssse. Trip report on the yesterday's wuss birds at the Fen & Elgin Park to follow tomorrow!