So there aren't many other birds about, and I jog across the road from the Lagoon to the path along the Prairie River, and my cellphone vibrates in my Velcro pocket. It's S, wanting to know where he should pull in to pick me up. I tell him to meet me at the Field House parking lot, and figure I can probably loop the River path in the time it'll take for him to get there. I sign off, put the phone in my pocket, and across my line of sight flies a raptor, most likely a buteo. I approach the tree it has lighted on, and yes, it's a buteo, and it's twelve feet away from me. About the size of a large crow. Really beautiful, turning its head 180 degrees to search for food. These birds are absolutely fearless, it's awesome.
I've since identified the bird as a BROAD-WINGED HAWK. And found a new psychological reason for birding: it gets you out to exercise!
Great anecdote -- I'm quite envious!By Eva, at 6:23 PM
i wish i knew all the names of the birds like you do mariya.....you are so smart! And you are jogging, I need to get my butt in gear too, haven't done anything but sit in front of the computer and crochet on the couch for way too long. I need to put the jogging pants on again!By shellie, at 9:27 AM
Oh, that close? Maybe I need to get back out and jog, huh?By Gwyn, at 5:39 AM
What a great story.
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