Halfway out to the ocean the Estero widens. It was still calm when I got there. Quiet and peaceful. Good for the body and soul.
The familiar pair of Barn Owls—Barney and Betty—kept watch over this peaceful scene. They’ve presided over this stretch of water for some time now.
The hardly blinked an eye as a drifted past their cave in the wall of the hanging gardens. I saw this pair last May and again in July. To see more photos of these owls, click on those links. It was good to see them again.
There’s something about birds of prey that catch the eye.
Can anyone help identify this one? It appeared to be somewhat larger than a Red-Tailed Hawk, but it was pretty high in the sky, so hard to know exactly how big it really was.
It was soaring without much wing flapping.
Pretty sure it’s not: Osprey, Red-Tailed Hawk,White Tailed Kite, Northern Harrier, Bald or Golden Eagle. . Best guess is an immature eagle. Would anyone wish to venture a guess?