Hiking deep in the woods makes it very difficult to photograph birds so my last several posts have had no bird photos.
On this day, I decided to have a look at High Park where I knew that some bird photos could be taken.
Within a few moments, my attention was drawn to a repeatedly whistling oriole.
Something must be up, and that something was sitting just below the offended oriole.
The oriole was hopping from branch to branch.
In all likelihood, the red-tail had discovered the oriole’s nest and was waiting for the right opportunity to steal a chick and fly off. The oriole was desperate to prevent this. Eventually, the hawk gave up .. perhaps just to stop the oriole from constant squawking.
There were other large birds about:
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. – Bernard Williams