Go ahead buddy. Jump. You can make it.
“Dat Eagle iz on mah perch.”
“Fine, iz take this perch.”
“Wait… what? Datz mah perch.”
Welcome to the Raptor-ture. In the Autumn, when the New Moon rises and the winds blow West, all heck breaks loose on the Island as massive raptors of all shapes and sizes ride the breezes right to us. There are so many Osprey, Bald Eagles, Peregrine Falcon, Merlin, and Northern Harriers here now that there are not enough seats for everybody.
A poor photo, but only during the Ratorture will you catch a Bald Eagle & a Peregrine Falcon in the same frame on LBI.
Or a Peregrine Falcon and a Merlin hunting side-by-side for bird to nom nom. (Note: good comparison photo. Merlin and young Peregrine look quite similar in many regards, but Merlin are smaller and darker)
“Did u hear i shud be da national bird?” Osprey takes a dive.
And a shower.
An unbanded Juvenile Peregrine Falcon. Since Ben Wurst & Kathy Clark never miss the chance to cuddle and band a baby Peregrine born in the state of NJ, we are probably looking at a distant Falcon from an exotic, far-away land… like Greenland, or Canada. Or Pennsylvania.
Bad hair day.
Well, well, well. What do we have here? If it isn’t our own little Flower Pot Princess, Josephine Durt.
“Gotta go. We iz havin’ party tonite. Raptorz only. Sorry. Unless u have burd you can bring. And fish. Bring Burd & fish.”