In mid November we first noticed them. Old Yankee neighbors said they had lived here 50 years and never saw Bald Eagles on the lake. At first they came just now and then. I was very fortunate to be ready with the camera one morning when Edward nabbed an unlucky Coot. What a sight! He was a good ways off, made several passes, hovering like Death over the flock of Coots. The poor little birds bunched up really tight together, wildly flapping their wings. Perhaps this is a schooling behavior for protection. Eventually a very unlucky bird separated from the flock and bingo, gone… These shots also with the 100-400 Canon, which is actually more like 500mm on the Canon 7D. These have been cropped considerably.
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