So we had this resident mallard that decided he liked Cargill fish food. He knew when every throw was, and would paddle over to the downwind side of the feeders, and get all the food that floated away. In short, he was a pet.
So one day I'm sitting in the office, and see this huge Bald Eagle repeatedly dive bombing our mallard. My boss is wanting to run out and scare the eagle off, and I'm wanting to wait and let nature take it's course. It was just to close to a National Geographic moment to be interfered with. After repeated failed attempts, the Bald Eagle gave up, and just flew over to the dam and watched the mallard swim away.
This summer, our mallard was molting and ultimately got permanently retired by a big red tailed hawk.
