Sitting along the roadway watching a Great Gray as she seemed focused and zeroing in on a potential meal that moved beneath the snow…sudden head jerks from side to side along with downward glances then total focus. With that prolonged stare and slight body adjustment I knew this to be all part of the pre-plunge prep.
Down she dropped but it wasn’t clear if she had been successful until she flew up to a perch, turned and showed off her catch of the day.
She did offer to share but I declined as I’m not a fan of Vole Tartare.
