Thread:LightningS9/@comment-31049256-20180122063456/@comment-28358106-20180125234440

Foir miles down the track, I set up in an old deer berm that I usually visit in the fall, facing the sunset, because it makes the wildlife easier to see. To my right, the north, is an old, old creek washout with very high sides. Some wild wheat grows there, and the place goes mad with rodents in the fall during warm days because they scramble out to eat. Naturally, it attracts all kinds of raptors.

Today I heard a cry I wasn't familiar with. I couldn't find it because it was quiet, so I just zoomed oit to watch the rats hopping around---and a Northern Goshawk swooped in and got one. Not only was it amazing to watch, but N. Goshawks are quite rare to see this far south, even in the winter. I didn't have my camera, but it wouldn't have mattered, because he was off like lightning. Still, it was amazing to see.