I neither praised nor corrected him. I didn’t praise him because I don’t want to encourage him to eat mice-- you never know if one has been poisoned or has worms, or whatever. Not good for him.
I didn’t correct him because it’s a natural thing for an animal to do. All that goes through their minds is: “Creature smaller than me = dinner!” Correcting him would have confused the hell out of him.
There’s a pair of falcons that nest each year by the Ford Bridge. I fish below the dam there quite a bit, and it is tres cool to watch them swoop down and blast a pigeon.
I live 2 blocks from the Ford bridge, and I never knew! Cool. Now if I could only train them to take care of the stray cat problem…
If you look on the big cement wall, above the lock and dam and below the Soldier’s Home, you’ll see a big box mounted up there toward the downstream end. That’s Chateau le Falcone.
Sometimes they perch on that big smokestack on the other side of the river and then swoop from there. Them suckers is fast!.
Also, you might occasionally find them perched in the trees just in front of that scenic overlook on the East River Road right next to the Ford Plant. I pulled in there once to check out the flow of the river, and when I looked up, I noticed I was about 6 feet away from a peregrine falcon. Cool looking bird.
(By the way, if you happen to see a gray, boxy houseboat with an Evinrude outboard pulled up on that island below the dam this summer, that’s me.)
So I am the only one who heard the seagulls saying “Mate?” in an Australian accent?
I think so.
There was a bald eagle in my yard yesterday. I wish I could have encouraged him to take out a crow or two.
I assume he thought he was standing up for the little guy.
The gull looked pretty pathetic. He didn’t know what hit him on that first strike.
Gotta let nature run it’s course though.