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Posted By:
Steve Kessinger
Date Posted:
Feb 19, 2020
Description:
Beautiful day today, cold but I couldn't close my hangar door on the sunshine. Heard a familiar screching, looked up and saw 2 balds going at it.
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Steve Kessinger
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Steve Kessinger - Feb 19,2020
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Steve Kessinger - Feb 19,2020
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It didn't work. A few minutes later a single one flew back. It pays to be a winner.
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Don Maxwell - Feb 19,2020
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Good shooting, Steve! It's hard to get photos like these--and harder to notice that it's time to pay attention.
Walt Whitman, who was more right about most things than some people could stand even today, got this one beautifully wrong:
THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.
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Ken Leonard - Feb 19,2020
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My understanding is if they are slow falling, it’s a mating dance. If they are falling with wings folded, it’s territory fight.
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