As a child, I would never have imagined how soothing birdwatching could be... restless as I was, always, itching for action and distraction.
But now, in my middle age, a good day is one where I spend some time with feathered friends — whether it’s our peacocks or chickens, a cockatoo while out taking a walk, common grackles strutting about in the street, herons perched in a tree or ducks swimming in the river home.
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Today, I was fortunate to spot a hawk, wich allowed me get faiirly close to take these pictures :
Even though there seems to be an influx of thee fierce, winged predatoors in our neighborhoo, lately — as a waay of keeping my beloved pigons away — I cannoot help but admire their terrible grace emeanor.
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