Double Birds Rearranged

The morning slipped by rather fast and the coffee pot emptied faster than normal as I edited some images. When I was about to transition from editor to getting my daily dose of sunshine, my phone rang. It was a representative in the field for Oncor, the electric delivery arm for TXU Energy, better known as just TXU. I call them, 'the Edison'. Electric Utilities up north are know as 'the Edison' and I grew up knowing my childhood electric power company as the 'Power and Light'.  Basically, I like 'Edison' better.  She said that she would be here in about 10-minutes to run the meter test and needed the meter closet unlocked.

Oncor changed over the meters to the new digital meters over a year ago and frankly, people have been a bit concerned and do not trust the new meters as much as the old ones. Because of that, Oncor provides a free meter check. I had not used mine because I had not had any issues...until this past month.

Here, the male relanded just below his mate. The nest may be along White Rock Creek in the deep woods. This tree is surrounded by traffic on three sides.

This is the male taking flight but he didin't leave the tree. I ended up just below his mate.

The male is on the left side and the hen is on the right side of the tree just a bit higher.

By the time I got done, I had a late start and the cloud cover was beginning to move in again. I was looking for the Buffelhead ducks that I had seen yesterday. After making an uneventful trip around the lake, I was on the way home and was one intersection away from being out of the park when I spot a hawk sitting as pretty as  you please high up in a large tulip tree. Then, I spotted the mate sitting near her in the same tree. Dang! A double header if  I wanted the general shot. I did. It was a good twenty minutes  of shooting. I sure wished I had my longer lens that I have and can't use because it doesn't fit this camera.

We have a couple of days coming up over the weekend with temps into the 70s. The question is how much cloud cover we are going to have.

Run This Through My Herr-Voss

When you see "Run This Through My Herr-Voss" it's  a way to say that I've got something on my chest that I need to get off.

Yesterday afternoon,  with the temps going back into the triple digits again,  even the cat was trying to push me out the door for a little while. Since I had a low tire (a down side to front-end drives) I set out to see my friend,Jamal. He operates a stop and shop with gas and an air machine. Also, he had found a new Mediterranean restaurant from our visit of last week and I wanted to touch base with him as to when he wanted to go for dinner.

 On the way home, my eye caught a large ground movement in an area that is mowed regularly by the city and I slowed down enough to see a very large Red Tail hawk on its prey. I drove to the parking area, got out the camera and walked back along the road several hundred yards. This was the second big Red Tail that I have seen in as many months. Last month, I posted one on a squirrel dinner. This one had the same taste buds. One thing for sure, Red Tails keep the squirrel populations in check.

While watching this amazing bird feast on its kill, keeping movement down is always essential if you want to observe the food chain at work and learn about urban life of such amazing birds. The traffic is in a residential area but its on the edge of a popular park. Looking out for traffic on my side of the road and maintaining an eye on the bird, this one car was coming back and forth and pulled into  a near driveway. Thinking it was the property owner, I didn't pay much attention to the car beyond that. A bit later, along came a girl and two guys walking two dogs on the other side of the creek. There wasn't much concern with that in as much as they presented little disturbance with the creek between them and the Red Tail. In a split second, the people follow the dogs down into the creek and the lady in the car comes forward in a fast walk with camera in hand. Both converged on the hawk from both directions. Fear had already registered in my brain what was about to happen. Sure enough, the Red Tail stirs anxiously, stands at full tallness and the wings come out in lift-off position. Sure enough, it took flight with the squirrel that wasn't finished. It flew across another street into a wooded area that is part of a flood plane and wet land. No use looking for the hawk, I didn't feel like running from cottonmouth snakes!!

Here is the "RUN THIS THROUGH MY HERR-VOSS".
Some people are so self-centered, they have no respect for others in public areas. The lady had no clue what was about to happen. She actually thought that she was going to get as close as I had gotten to the Red Tail. And, she might have had a 60/40 chance had she been aware of the dogs on the other side of the creek.

As far as the people with the dogs, they were young 20-somethings and didn't care what a old man with a camera in his hand might be observing on the fringe of a park known for its wildlife-in-Urban splendor. The young couple and friend and the lady with her point-and-shoot in hand immediately backtracked in the other direction when the hawk took flight. It was like watching to cue ball on a billiard table hit to balls at once and one goes to the left pocket and one goes to the right pocket. They knew what they had done. People don't know how to share common space with others who might be enjoying nature  while they occupy or consume their afternoon with no purpose in mind.

Earlier, a business owner had come by, pulled off the road quietly, sat in his Jeep and watched the hawk, got out his camera and snapped a couple of shots. I walked across the road to talk to him. He lives in the area and had experienced the  same two American Bald Eagles seen in the area earlier in the year like me. The point being, you got three people stopping. One can share the common public land with another while the other two groups have no clue how to share nature and respect the observers as well as the feeding animal or fouls. That's what "ruffled my feathers" or as and old steel man would saw: "Run This Through My Herr-Voss".

Here are a couple of pictures from of the beautiful tail feathers of a Red Tail hawk.