Like a flawless glass disk of powder blue, the sky is cloudless. The horses bask in the sun like lazy daisies soaking up sun-rays.
The dogs and I wander about the back pasture, they sniff and I gaze. If they had a dog blog I'm sure they'd report on where the cat hunted the night before and what three-day old horse poop smells like.
A familiar scree hails the arrival of a red-tail hawk. As he settles onto a tall pine limb, I spy another such hawk a few trees down. Oh, darn. New ducklings, new birds of prey hanging out.
My heart sinks. It must be a falcon hunting baby ducks. As the hunter flies off, I notice a bluish-gray sheen to its feathers. I don't think he got a duckling. But what kind of falcon was he?
|Merganser...Common or Red Breasted?|
|Red Tail Hawk...Maybe|
Three books and three possibilities--a peregrine falcon, ominously known as a "duck hawk." Too big. A prairie falcon. Legs too thick. Wrong color. A sparrow hawk. About the right size, blue, but the head seems wrong.
As if I needed some help, the pond hunter returns to dive the pond again. I trot out to the pond for a better look, leaving behind the binoculars. Of course. He's too fast and small for my camera and off he flies. He has to be a falcon.
|Wild Daisies in the Morning Light|
|Ring Neck Ducks|
|Look Who's Back!|
Mistaken identities are common to bird-watching.
June 15 Garden Report:
The little teacup roses that look like birthday cake decorations continue to unfurl petals slowly. Several other buds promise to be yellow or pink. We will wait and see.
June 15 Late Afternoon Pond Report:
An osprey passes over high in the sky, leaving the fish to our new arrival.
And the fish, they rise as the evening bugs float over the water like cottonwood puffs. Fish circles differ from the fairy rings left by the tree sparrows.