I was at the Mattamuskeet National Wildlife Refuge on Monday.
As often happens there, I get to photograph birds I have not seen before.
This is an immature Wood Stork.
He has wandered north out of the normal wood stork Atlantic coast range.
His bulk is greater than that of the great blue heron, but he is shorter and has less of a wingspan than the heron.
This is Amicus.
He appears to be an elderly eagle.
But I have no way to tell his age other than he is more than 5 years old.
Yet, there is something, an infusion, that speaks of ancient wisdom within his gaunt face.
Catfish is the very early morning breakfast for the osprey fledglings.
This fish was delivered 13 minutes after dad had had his toe bitten
and he is carrying the fish in the foot that had gotten grabbed.
Good to see he had not lost any function in the toe nor drive to feed his offspring.
photo taken July 10, 2015
Ow, ow, ouch!
The hazards of being a parent.
The fledgling was trying to grab a fish from dad’s talon
but got dad’s toe instead – in a very tight sharp hold.
Dad had to jerk several times before the fledgling let go.
He was dangling that foot for a few wing flaps as he flew away
but had the leg back in its place quickly.
photo taken July 10, 2015
Rising sun, rising osprey fledgling.
Eyes shining in the light, the youngster landed with the confidence she was gaining.
She had fledged only a few days before.
photo taken July 5, 2015
I always check out each bird in a vulture kettle.
The raptors of all sorts often soar in the thermals together.
This morning a red-tailed hawk joined the black vultures.
I happened to catch the two species at almost the same focal distance for a colorful photo.
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