Close Encounter

I know I keep promising Eagle photos, but other cool things keep taking presidence with every day. Today brings an exciting event that happened yesterday morning.

I spied a kestral perched near a feeding station, obviously looking for a meal. As I took a few photos, it flushed as a large hawk declared seniority over the kingdom. Approaching with slick ninja moves, I cleared the cover I was under and became totally exposed, but the hawk only gave me the evil eye.



No matter what position I took and the crunchy snow gave way under my footsteps, it held it's perch, spying the vulnerable flock at the station.



It would wiggle it's tail, as it would focus on a possible victim.



I stayed for quite awhile, waiting for the unfortunate happening that never took place.



I left to let nature take it's coarse.



His gold eyeliner was a pleasant surprise in the detail captured.



The morning sun provided the perfect lighting at around 9 a.m.



It was one of those moments in photography, when you walk away shaking your head, not quite believing that you were so lucky to be so close, and leave without understanding that with most encounters, it lasts only a split second, and yet, on those uber-rare occasions, you hit the jackpot with a more-than-accomodating creature. It was a great day.