I love the light of Autumn. It infuses everything with a richness that would be missed in other seasons.
Our new education screech owl, Thirteen...at this past weekend's Pumpkin Chuck:
(I didn't get to see any pumpkin chucking. I was mobbed by the public when they saw our birds)
I sure do love that bird. He thinks he is 10 feet tall.
Sylvester was a peach, as usual.
The only thing that makes that bird react is nesting season. He is showing signs of it now...and it's not like he becomes a punk or anything. Just gets his feathers ruffled a bit more.
(I even caught a circling turkey vulture above his head.)
Lucy was more than happy to demonstrate the art of raptor gourmet eating:
The quail never saw it coming.
This morning, a red-shouldered hawk awaited me as I left for the day:
Glowing with that unique Fall sunrise.
It retired to the house next door as I pulled out of the driveway.
Ah, that red. More pure and more hot than any Crayola color.
And finally, take off:
"Look, Ma! No bands!"