Urban naturalist sounds like a contradiction in terms, but a lot of people live in cities who can’t always afford a weekend photo safari. Those of us who stay sane either don’t expect much (deer! turkey!), or have a pro’s knowledge of where to look. Birders, for example, love water treatment plants. Any other attitude just gets in the way of appreciating the artificial homecooked flavor in your seven-layer burrito.
Anyhow, this afternoon as I stepped out the back of my seriously urban Pittsburgh apartment something big took off from my porch/fire escape landing and landed in a tree close by.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that is a juvenile bald eagle. Pale Male can suck eggs if the new neighbor starts snatching live fish out of the Monongahela.
If you think that is a hawk, suggest what kind of hawk it might be. I don’t know many that grow three-fourths as big as a turkey.
I can never tell which is which except one makes you say “God damn, that’s [a] huge bird!” and the other is merely large.
It sure seems like a big bird when it’s flying twenty feet over your head.