In the dictionary, the word harry is defined as meaning to harass, annoy, or prove a nuisance to by repeated attacks. Randy Finley of Wildlifist generously shares with us a photo series that shows exactly how the Northern Harrier earned its evocative name…
On a recent chilly late December morning, I was visiting the Lower Klamath National Wildlife Refuge on the California/Oregon border. I spotted a Northern Harrier cruising along one of the canals parallel to the auto route. Suddenly, she dove straight into the canal and there was a ruckus of splashing and flapping.
She had a American Coot in her talons, and was holding its head underwater to drown it.
After a minute, the coot’s wings stopped beating the water and went limp. The harrier held her victim under for another minute or two for good measure.
Then, inexplicably, the harrier released her prey and flew off.
The coot’s head popped up and it paddled away at a leisurely pace as if nothing had happened, seemingly not too much worse for the wear. If only I had that kind of power to forgive and forget.
All photos by Randy Finley. Used with permission.
More fabulous photos from you, Randy! It’s amazing how well you capture birds!
I have watched hundreds (thousands?) of harriers of both sexes and all ages hunting over fields and marshes, and often stooping. I have NEVER seen one catch anything. Anyone else share my experience? They have to be eating something!
That’s an unbelievable story and the pictures are stunningly beautiful.
These are fabulous photos and a fascinating story!
Wow! Amazing pictures and story. I wish I understood what happened here, why she let the Coot go and how long can a coot hold its breathe underwater anyway???
Thanks for the nice comments guys. Maybe she gave up because I was making her nervous being relatively nearby with the car and camera? Not sure this is the answer though since I hadnt really gotten closer to her since the beginning of the attack. Steve, I have several shots of harrier carrying mice and voles in their talons. Brian, not sure exactly how long she held the coot under but it seemed like at least a full minute or two. I shouldve shot a pic of the coot paddling away from the scene, a renewed sense of lifes meaning and preciousness in her eyes. 🙂 – Randy
Thats a mighty bird when opened its wings. Beautiful shots : )