On this first day of June, it was blustery! The West wind blew hard and long, so much that there was absolutely no banding this morning. A census and some casual observations were all that we could do. Large flocks of Canada Goose have started to move north, mostly made, I suspect, of non-breeders and failed breeders, going North to find a safer place to moult, like the Hudson’s Bay shoreline…
In the afternoon, during a short walk, I spotted a Northern Goshawk perched in a tree. Man, they’re big! At first, when it took off, it looked so big that I thought it was a Great Horned Owl. I suspected that it perched quickly again and close by: sure enough, I got a chance to get another look at it and I was impressed by its size. It surely was a female, big and mean!
Later on, as I was lying in the alvar, enjoying the sun, I heard the distinctive cries of ravens telling that something big and mean as well was around. Because the sounds were localized on one spot and not moving, I decided to walk there for a closer look: it was a Great Horned Owl being harassed by 2 ravens who wanted the world to know of the owl’s presence. The owl was not happy about it and flew a few times from one perch to another, certainly spurred as well by my presence.
With the observation of Bald Eagle in the morning, it makes for 3 species of top predators seen in a single day in a relatively small area. Quite impressive! Cabot Head is definitively a unique and special place!