Waking up when you should be sleeping is never fun. This Great Horned Owl calls to its partner who responds through the cacophony of mobbing crows. Eventually the corvids gave up and silence returned to the trees. The two owls ended up perched side by side in an unphotographable spot and stopped hooting.
No better way to spend an afternoon than meandering through Point Reyes National Seashore. I felt a sense of urgency on this day as the light was already golden when I left the house. This Red-shouldered Hawk still managed to stop me in my tracks well before I’d even arrived at Point Reyes.
A stooping male Kestrel sent these Starlings skyward before it settled onto that pole on the right. They swirled around him a few times before returning to their comunal roost. A nice way to start the evening.
Wandering around Point Reyes with friends we found this adult Cooper’s Hawk watching the bird strewn hillside below. As high strung as they are (the Coops, not my friends) this one sat at the crest of this tree for 20 minutes… Normally we would have engaged in an epic sit-off but my role as host meant not subjecting my guests to the thrilling motionlessness of an epic sit-off. We moved on.
Near Laird’s Landing on Tomales Bay, a Common Loon called out. The sound carried over the water, echoed off rocks and returned, stretching the melancholic power of the call until it was washed over by the sound of Scoter wings thrumming in the distance. It brought me back to my Minnesota roots and a 2nd year Bald Eagle flying past only compounded the feeling.
Sanderling and Dunlin and a few other shorebirds unknown to my fledgling eyes gathered near Abbott’s Lagoon in Point Reyes. Passing Harriers would send them into a whirl as I stood in my boots, calf-deep in the water, watching them fly.