In late May, I awoke one morning quite early because a crow was being exceedingly noisy outside my window. Usually they settle down after a bit, but this one was intent on destroying the last vestiges of my sleep. So I got up, went to the window to look for the culprit and saw, not a crow, but a hulking brute (backlit, so features hard to make out) perched on a branch between me and the lake.
Vulture? I thought, but it seemed more compact than that. Then it turned its white head and gave me its profile. A bald eagle. No wonder the crow was distressed.
We have seen the eagle off and on over the winter, but this was an amazing up-front and personal view.
It soon left its perch to fly across the lake, pursued by a mob of one very brave crow, still spitting expletives.
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Merlin tags of recent weeks: indigo bunting, hermit thrush, and a chorus of thousands.
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