That's fascinating. I didn't know that.Possibly an immature Bald Eagle. They take as much as 4 years to get the typical BE coloration. Here's a juvenile and adult.
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That's fascinating. I didn't know that.Possibly an immature Bald Eagle. They take as much as 4 years to get the typical BE coloration. Here's a juvenile and adult.
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I was ambushed by Black-capped Chickadees this morning. One landing on my head, another taking a perch on my nocked arrow.
Ahh public land...
I always enjoyed all the birds while on stand. I always carried bird seed in my pockets and would sprinkle it around the stand as well as on my clothing. I used a hat that would hold seed and loved it when the Chickadees would flip upside down off the brim and stare into my eyes. Birds are the BEST camouflage, they prove that you are not a human waiting for deer. I will never forget the day a Chickadee lit on the muzzle of my 12 GA and looked down into the barrel.
I think I posted this before, so call the dupe police if I did.
I was deer hunting and picked a spot to sit and wait for the deer to walk by. I always carry bird seed in my coat pockets and spread a little around to attract birds. I sit still for hours and the birds close back into the area after only a few minutes of me being still. They light on my shoulder, hat, sit on my knees an look at me straight in the eye. I know they know I'm a person, but I obviously am not threatening, so they just go about their business like I was not there.
After a half hour or so and thoroughly enjoying the chickadee that would light on the brim of my hat and hang over the edge to look me in the eye, I heard a squeak off to my right. I slowly turned my head and saw nothing, but kept my eyes in that direction.
A few minutes went by and from a small hole, out popped a field mouse. He stood on hind legs, looked at me, squeaked again and disappeared back into his home. Over the period of the next hour, he would venture out further and further until after multiple attempts, he made it all the 6 feet from his hole and about 2 feet away from me. At that location, there was a white button mushroom that he commenced to gnaw on. It took some time but eventually the mushroom stem was cut through and it dropped like a felled tree. He squeaked and ran for home again.
Shortly, looking quite worried that his prize may get away, he came back and hauled his mushy back to his hole. He had a problem. The cap of the mushy was too large to go into the hole. A few minutes work and he had cut it into pieces and packed it away inside.
I sprinkled a few seeds near where the mushroom was taken and sure enough he was back shortly to discover his new found treasure. He packed his mouth full and returned home while I placed a pinch more seeds at the mushroom base. He made three trips with my seeds and I called it quits and did not put any more down.
The next time he returned he looked quite confused, stood up on hind legs and looked me straight in the eye, squeaked and ran back to his hole. I took it as a complaint that he was out of seed, but I did not put any more down. A minute went by and he came out of his hole, but he was backwards, dragging a piece of mushroom. He picked it up and came back over to me and put it down. He was NEGOTIATING!
I put down some seed and he even stayed there while I did that and then filled his mouth and went back home. I took his mushroom offering.
I hadn't thought of that story in years until I read yours. LOL
A farmer nearby raises and releases them for his buddies and himself to hunt.How close is the nearest WMA?