The firmiana malayana or mata lembu, remains here in testimony to man's care-less-ness - its tree had since been felled. Let not the birds leave too.
Showing posts with label crested goshawk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crested goshawk. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 August 2026

Crested Goshawk

Only in TRK, raptor at eye-level!

It looked like this young adult of a Crested Goshawk just had a meal going by some blood stains on one of its claws, or was it simply injured?



Perhaps it's why it was rather passive, even as we encircled it, and later with the taman workers close-by.

So what would make it stir whilst I couldn't bring myself to make it so especially that it's typically considered avian 'siesta' period at this time of the day.

Nothing as we eventually left it alone.





 


Friday, 3 April 2026

Crested Goshawk

The Crested Goshawk flew in like it was pursued, to perch unusually high up.

Then shockingly, a lone Black-naped Oriole sped in to try and harass it! 







Not once but twice.



And that was it as the Goshawk stayed put, and eventually flew off.




Was it being bullied because it came across as an aging bird? Compare it to one sighted a couple of days before.













Sunday, 29 March 2026

Crested Goshawk

  A distant encounter with a Crested Goshawk that inevitably ended in mutual spotting!

And flexing and preening was not for drying after a rain but also on a hot day to dispel heat.












A common repeated left to right movement of its head when this raptor caught the presence of a big lens aimed at it.



Camera-shy!!




Sunday, 8 June 2025

Crested Goshawk

 It was time to play catch up, and what a refreshing renewal to be greeted by the crisp-looking Crested Goshawk.






Tuesday, 11 March 2025

Crested Goshawk

 A tale of hide-and-seek, of experience versus immaturity.

It was strange that the young Crested Goshawk seemed to have its sense of direction misplaced, totally out of sync where its target prey was concerned.


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The furry one that outsmarted the feathered one.






As the goshawk continued to scan upward, its target was quietly deadstill below



A strange scene indeed!


Giving up, it was called off shortly by presumably its parent flying past.