30 December 07
Northern Harrier
A thud, a horrible sound, against the window: the huge bird settled, stunned, into the pile of leaves. Sat there gathering its wits. Then, presently, it began to dismember something in its talons we hadn’t spotted earlier.
The hapless something turned out to be a pocket gopher: love it when the native predator catches the native prey that just happens to be eating my native poppies. Go Harriers.
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Whenever I see a reference to a Harrier I think of the jump jets flown by the RAF. Do these birds fly like that too?
Yes: they cruise low over the ground, working working incessantly. They don’t actually hover, but the shape is sort of similar too.