Northern Harrier
The sunrise cast a gilded pink light over Iona Beach this morning when I arrived. The tide was far out on the bay, and thousands of Snow Geese glowed like lavender coals at the tide-line. I wandered my aimless path around Iona, alert and open.
I saw this juvenile Northern Harrier flying low above the beach-side, and was magnetically drawn toward where I saw it swooping. As I passed a few shrubs, I was astounded to see it resting on a stump not more than thirty-five feet away.
I sat on a nearby log and we spent five minutes watching, watching and listening to each other and the calls of the Snow Geese rolling across the tidal flats.
Northern Harrier
The sunrise cast a gilded pink light over Iona Beach this morning when I arrived. The tide was far out on the bay, and thousands of Snow Geese glowed like lavender coals at the tide-line. I wandered my aimless path around Iona, alert and open.
I saw this juvenile Northern Harrier flying low above the beach-side, and was magnetically drawn toward where I saw it swooping. As I passed a few shrubs, I was astounded to see it resting on a stump not more than thirty-five feet away.
I sat on a nearby log and we spent five minutes watching, watching and listening to each other and the calls of the Snow Geese rolling across the tidal flats.