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sarahmichelef) wrote2006-11-09 03:32 pm
sarahmichelef) wrote2006-11-09 03:32 pm
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Adventures in Urban Life
When I left to go run some errands at about 2, there was a raptor of some kind with a freshly-killed squirrel in his talons in our back yard. I was about 10 feet from him when I noticed him - certainly the closest I've ever been to a bird of prey in the wild. We watched each other for a minute and then I said to him, "Got a snack there? Ok, well, please don't leave it in my yard."
An hour later, I came home to find him in the next-door neighbor's front yard. I jumped out of the car and ran in to get the camera. When I started to approach him to get a shot, he took off, but landed just across the street. Once there, he was willing to let me approach (again, to within about 10 feet) and take a bunch of shots.
Watching him watch me was pretty intense... he's beautiful, and there's just something very wild about a bird of prey with their catch in their talons, staring you down.
An hour later, I came home to find him in the next-door neighbor's front yard. I jumped out of the car and ran in to get the camera. When I started to approach him to get a shot, he took off, but landed just across the street. Once there, he was willing to let me approach (again, to within about 10 feet) and take a bunch of shots.