Talk about a happy Friday! After spending a restless day at work I grabbed my gear and headed to Spencer Smith park then on the beach and ultimately to the lift bridge. There were two long tailed ducks on the east side of the bridge and not much more on the right. I was readying myself to pack it in for the evening when I heard a loud continuous shreeshreeshree. I was alone on the lift bridge when this incredible and surreal sequence of events unfolded in front of my eyes:
I learned of the falcons’ presence from a pair of brothers I met at Lasalle Park in Burlington as they took waterfowl flight shots. The older brother taught the younger and he in turn taught me the falcons’ and eagles’ hunting habits, provided the locations of other birding spots, shared stories of fellow birders’ specialties, and shared hilarious stories. Such is the generosity of birders and for that I am extremely grateful.