Busting while chasing rare birds is nothing new to birders and to us. We generally shrug it off and keep going however, sometimes I just get bitter about it. The bitter part comes in to play here for sure because as we were trolling around the Amish farm fields busting on the falcon, Di texts me with this photo of an adult Bald Eagle sitting in a tree at Lemon Hill - the same Lemon Hill where Roxy and I walk EVERY OTHER DAY OF THE YEAR! Yes, bitter about it. This photo is taken with her iPhone for Pete's sake. Bitter.
|Adult Bald Eagle - Lemon Hill Phila.|
|Sharp-shinned Hawk - Florida|
I don't know if I'll get over this any time soon. Of course, there was no sign of the Bald Eagle at Lemon Hill today either. Don't try to console me either. I just want to be bitter about it for awhile.