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I had forgotten about these pictures!

Last month when I was in Winnipeg, I spent a couple of hours wandering around the parks along the Assiniboine River near the Manitoba Legislative Building. In addition to all of the geese that were there, I spotted a pair of large birds on the wing.

They were up high, and there were some tall buildings around so I kept losing sight of them.

It was a grey and gloomy day, just after some rain, but I managed to grab a couple of recognizable pictures.

The ever so wonderful Merlin Bird ID app IDs them as American White Pelicans.

Along the shore down here in Southern California it’s not uncommon to see pelicans, but they’re usually Brown Pelicans. These must be their cousins.

The main thing that made me doubt at first that they were pelicans is that the Brown Pelicans are almost never seen away from the ocean shore. They don’t do rivers and lakes. Not so the American White Pelican. They’ll go anywhere there’s water and fish.

I heard the red-tailed hawks calling on Thursday and went out, expecting to find a pair circling out over Valley Circle. Instead I found two pairs. They were off a ways so I just watched until one pair again landed in this tall Italian cypress tree. It’s the same tree where a hawk (quite possibly one of these two) was sitting before swooping down right next to me to attack the mockingbird nest by our front door. I’m wondering now if the other two hawks that were originally with this pair weren’t their offspring from this nest this spring – but I digress.

I couldn’t help but noticing that in front of me on the wires bringing power, internet, and phone to the neighborhood there were a half dozen or more big, fat mourning doves, as well as a few mockingbirds and that Cassin’s Kingbird that I finally ID’d. Since the hawk pair had apparently been hunting and I hadn’t seen them bring anything back to the (presumed) nest, I was thinking that if I were one of those big, fat mourning doves, I might be more worried about the presence of those two big, fast, hungry hawks.

The mourning doves however either knew something I didn’t (possible!) or are just really stupid (probable!) and didn’t pay any attention at all. I’ve seen one get taken out by a hawk several times from a perch on these wires, it’s spectacular. The hawk tucks and goes into a high-speed dive like a fighter jet, extends its talons at the last second, and *poof!*, they’re half a block away in a heartbeat and all that’s left is a cloud of feathers drifting toward the ground. A real world “sneak pass,” just with more fatal results for the mourning dove than the crowd at an airshow gets from that Navy Blue Angel F-18 that you lost track of.

One of the hawks (the male?) finally launched off down into the canyon, presumably to bring back an unsuspecting squirrel or dove.

I hope if we end up finding our “forever home” soon up in the high desert or Antelope Valley we have a nice assortment of birds there as well, particularly the raptors.