When I was walking Chico after work tonight I saw an amazing aerial show and I have to give kudos to the raven for some spectacular maneuvers. The raven had what must have been a supreme bit-o-nasty in its beak - I could see it dangling but couldn't identify it - and four eagles were trying to take it away from him. The eagles acted together, like a pack, but the raven simply out flew them. It was embarrassing, really - an eagle would be inches away, talons out-stretched, and I would be positive the raven was as good as dead, and that raven would pull some freakish barrel roll move and escape - again and again. It all took place right over my head like some 3D movie effect, complete with the whooshing of wings as eagles pulled out of dives just before the ground and swung around for another attack. What surprised me was the quiet - no squawks, no eagle cries, not a sound except wings as the birds went about the deadly business of survival.
And yes, the raven won the dogfight, landing in a sheltered spot long enough to gulp down the morsel and take off . . . . which all has nothing to do with the photo, these are eagles on the F/V Alaska Rose I photographed yesterday.
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