"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Federico Calboli
...Almost as exotic as flying bats at birds, a friend and I flew a kestrel of kestrels at bats a couple times one summer. No luck but some very neat twighlight flights!
Then, a following year, his merlin caught a red bat and ate it in a tree, speding the night out for our trouble.
Also: I have seen a wild Cooper's hawk hunting bats, which, unlike the sweeping stoops by redtails into big groups that have been filmed at cave sites; this was a one-on-one affair that called for every bit of the considerable agility of the Cooper's hawk.
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Funny!
...Almost as exotic as flying bats at birds, a friend and I flew a kestrel of kestrels at bats a couple times one summer. No luck but some very neat twighlight flights!
Then, a following year, his merlin caught a red bat and ate it in a tree, speding the night out for our trouble.
Also: I have seen a wild Cooper's hawk hunting bats, which, unlike the sweeping stoops by redtails into big groups that have been filmed at cave sites; this was a one-on-one affair that called for every bit of the considerable agility of the Cooper's hawk.
I meant "cast of kestrels" :-)
HA! Should have known someone had thought of that before!
What does the caption say? "Not enough blood donors this year?"
Just the date-- yours is much better.
Incidentally, Matt, the red bat is a Lasiurus like the hoary and noctule, but probably too small to get birds.
This might interest you
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2007/04/20/ngulls20.xml
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