As I took laundry off the clothesline late this afternoon, a hawk cruised through my peripheral vision. I looked up and there was another. And another. Another, another, on and on, and on. I gawked for a few moments then raced inside, grabbed the camera, and captured the spectacle of many Broad-winged Hawks riding the wind. Finally, a little regretfully, I felt obligated to resume my chore, though I kept looking up.
How many hawks do you count?
The Purple Finches (left and right) are vary wary, always looking out, fleeing at the first hint of possible danger.
An American Goldfinch perches amidst an intricate web of limbs and twigs.
Seagulls wheel above the St. Clair River.
On a bitter cold day, Canada geese were on the move.
Time to go, to head to better weather.
Project FeederWatch, a citizen sciemce program bewgan last weekend. This will be my tenth season of contributing observations.
These American Goldfinches were among my visitors.
I stepped outside to see one, three, seven, eleven Turkey vultures soaring on an unfavourable wind, trying to gain an advantage during their migration. Two turn downwind, I suppose preparing to get a head of steam up to attack the wind.