Black-Crested Buzzard-Eagle

December 22nd 2014

I always liked birds, but I haven’t owned many. They’re messy. Peggy doesn’t mind having birds around, but the feathers bothered her.


This is Lunch Time, and he’s native to South America. He got his name because every time I walked out on the upper deck of our gallery and called his name, he’d fly over and land on my arm. I could throw a chicken leg up and he’d snatch it in midair.

I didn’t wear a glove until one day he clamped down on my arm with all eight talons. I didn’t know what to do as blood spirted all over my clean shirt. Finally I put him on the floor and started to put my foot on his neck. That’s when he turned loose. That didn’t happen to me but once because I’m a fast learner. After several years I released Lunch Time in the mountains east of Santa Fe. I think he’s feeding on turkeys now.


Someone gave Sinbad to me. His talons were docile, but once I offered him a drink of Coke and he broke the bottle with his beak. He had the run of our gallery and liked to hang out on an old buckboard we had in a back room. An elderly lady was looking at some things we had in the wagon and didn’t see the macaw walking toward her. He bit her on the thumb and it was terrible. Fortunately she blamed herself for not seeing Sinbad approach. Whew! I don’t remember what happened to Sinbad, but I’m glad it did. If you want to give me bubble gum I’ll accept it, but please don’t give me any more scarlet macaws.



81 thoughts on “Black-Crested Buzzard-Eagle

  1. Can’t seem to take the wild out of wild animals.

    When I was young I wanted a falcon. You fulfilled so many of your desires and have so many memories. I wouldn’t want that falcon after I grew older, but I still think those birds of prey are magnificent. 🙂

  2. Birds are amazing creatures. It’s interesting how one bird can be so loving and affectionate with one person and so mean and vicious with another. They’re kind of like people that way.

  3. We’ve had a number of small birds like finches and canaries but the only one in the parrot family was a little cockatiel we named Killer for a very obvious reason.. He was not a nice bird – drew blood on a number of occasions. We finally gave all the birds away to someone who had a large aviary. I missed the singing of the canary but didn’t miss Killer or cleaning cages! 🙂 Now I like birds to be free and only capture them with my camera. However, this eagle was a rescue and lived in the Raptor Sanctuary in Sitka.

  4. Wow that’s a big bird, as I type I have a macaw behind me, our birds name is Flipper, it can say give me Five, come on, hello, and when I turn the lights off I think it says bye, and other times it screams, so I have a fly- swatter on the table so that the bird will be quite. All I have to do is show flipper the fly swatter 🙂

    Our bird is so pretty it’s feathers are green and red underneath 🙂

  5. Oh my! I put on a party tonight and when I finished the dishes and checked Dal’s blog, I had 86 email messages from Forrest’s gang. You have been verrry busy! Lots of leftovers if anyone is is hungry. Stop by for brunch tomorrow. Now I can relax and enjoy a simple family Christmas. 😉

  6. When I was growing up,we had a pet groundhog named Khrushchev. He would eat fudge ice cream bars and drink coca cola in the bottle. My oldest brother LC was taking him out one day and Khrushchev bit his hand open. That’s when we let Khrushchev go. Forest seems to have a knack for triggering memories. My mom was the one who would administer the castor oil in the biggest spoon she could find. That’s one memory I could have done without remembering. Or my fathers Brown’s liniment. Good for man or beast! Thanks anyway that one made me laugh!

  7. I had a Blue and gold years ago, he stayed w/ the house when we moved. The male and female cockatoos I had for a while never got along. It was a screeching match every day all day. A friend who owned a Chinese restaurant bought them for his garden restaurant…I learned that birds of that size can make big problems real quick. They are sooo gorgeous though. Thanks for the memories Forrest. LunchTime looks like a very serious bird…

  8. They’re both beautiful birds, but I’m glad I never had any. They are messy! My brother had a parakeet, and I “loved” it so much I had forgotten it until I read this post. Lol.

    My kids are terrified (or were terrified when they were younger) of birds. They went into the bird sanctuary at the zoo, and since they’re also fast learners, they only did it once. 🙂

  9. I’ve never been successful at making friends with birds. I would leave out food for them and they would come around as long as it was there. I had one odd experience with crows. I came out of a hotel into a snowy parking lot In Silverthorn, Co. A ‘murder of crows’ flew down and surrounded me. They slowly walked towards me, their black feathers contrasted in the white snow….

  10. I loved hang gliding with birds.

    A friend told a story when he was very young at his grandparent’s farm. He was walking across the barnyard when a rooster jumped on his chest and scared him. His grandmother tried to ease the situation and killed the bird and cooked hit for supper. One thing–she left the claws on the drumsticks! When my friend saw that he refused to eat chicken until years later.

    • I had a rooster attack me on my grandparents farm when I was 5 or 6. Put a big scratch on my face. My grandmother cooked him that night for supper. He was delicious.

      • Ok we all know I am a bit odd, but birds seem to love me. I spent lots of time playing with

        My neighbor raised all sorts of large exotic birds. She had one who loved me. Everytime it saw me outside it would talk to me and do a mating dance. LOL

        This little oddity has passed along to my daughter who is always getting similarly saluted by birds, sometimes whole flocks of them! LOL

        She has some really great bird stories. I told her to write a book. Hahahaha 🙂

  11. Forrest, love that buzzard eagle; my husband does too. He is always talking about catching a hawk, and keeping it for a little while and releasing it back. Or maybe it’s a falcon. Anyways, I put below the youtube video of my very young cousin who rescued a hawk he found in my aunt’s yard and he caught it to keep it safe because it wouldn’t fly and they put it in a carrier until the next day and he and his daddy took it out and released it the next day. He was so proud and I was very proud of him too. Wildlife needs our help sometimes.

    Not sure which link to put so I put them both.

    When I was a child, I always wanted a bird to sit on my finger so one day my husband brings home a lesser sulpher-crested cockatoo. We kept him for many years and didn’t clip his wings so he could fly around and he would eat the house a lot. He/she was also becoming sexually active so when we moved to our new home we gave it back to the place where Lucky was hatched so he/she could be a breeder bird for them and be a little happier. They are definitely not for everybody. They are very messy with seeds, feathers, and what I call dandruff, but it’s from the bottom of their feathers close to their body. And they can be very loud. Since then my husband is more careful on what he brings home. I believe in keeping animals their whole life if possible and some can live a very long time and get very big so you have to be careful and think about it. Glad you like the gum Forrest!

  12. “Peggy doesn’t mind having birds around, but the feathers bothered her.”

    Feathers = down?

    And take it in the canyon [ feathers ]

    Sorry, I’ve been looking for clues everywhere again………..

    • LOL dang it Jason……..

      Now ya got me looking up ” bird canyon”, “Goose canyon”, “feather canyon”…. Go a head buddy have a look, you would be surprised.

      PS. Keep this between you and I.

      • LOL!

        Maybe the down feathers came from a Canyon Wren? Or perhaps a Canyon Towhee?

        So many possibilities! And I think I’ll have EGGnog for breakfast……….

  13. They are both beautiful Birds, Forrest. My Granny had a crow named Joker!! He loved to fly down and land on your arm and peck and play and dive down at the little children that were trouble makers in the family. One hot summer’s day my Granny and I were sitting on her front porch and a salesman came driving up. He got out of the car and left his keys in the ignition with the window rolled down. My Granny told him we had an old crow around here that loves shiny things and might just get his keys. He said it would be fine and he just shrugged it off. Sure enough after the salesman had talked to my Grandmother for about 20 minutes about some insurance, Joker hopped on the hood of his car and slipped through the window and flew away with his keys right on to the top of the house. All three of us sat there and laughed and then the man crawled onto a small stone column up to where the bird was and tempted him with an exchange of a shiny pen for the keys. Needless to say Joker dropped the keys and grabbed the pen out of the man’s hand and flew off up in a tree with it. The man got his keys stayed, had a glass of tea and then drove off with a great story to tell. Joker was a free bird that flew around all during the day and my Grandparents would get up in the morning and there he would be sitting on the tractor outside waiting for something to eat. We found his remains one day where some animal had eaten him!!! My grandparents also had an Owl onetime that was named Chop Chop!! It stayed out in the pen with the Goat named Sally!!!! We called this a real Hoot-N-Nanny!! These are true stores from my childhood visiting my grandparents in the country and I would not trade them for anything in the world. But to this day, my Grandmother never did buy any insurance from that salesman and we never did find that shiny pen……Ms. Girl

  14. Oh and always keep a broom stick handy to lift a big bird off people. They are just looking for a perch, or your shiny earrings! Think like a bird. 🙂

  15. I still got my rooster john Wayne and feathers don’t bother me it’s the 5 am crowing and pecking on my door that drives me crazy 🙂

  16. Carolyn, thank you for that great story and video! I loved seeing the hawk cared for and released. I’m a wild bird who’s been caged in the city for many years with wings clipped by circumstance.

    Forrest’s dare to fly the coup and explore nature restored wings to my soul. TTOTC created new, wonderful memories of hiking the mountains I love and drinking in beauty and freedom. I live in a nice cage with a nice family of birds, but the freedom of soul flight is where my heart and mind live.

  17. Dear Forrest, I just wanted to say thanks for facilitating so much fun and some great memories for me in 2014. May you and Mrs. Fenn enjoy Christmas and a very happy anniversary!! You have much to be proud of and celebrate.

  18. A Birdseye perspective, maybe Forrest is saying get out your drones people. I think the chest is under but the spot probably requires a certain perspective. -IMO

  19. In the early 80’s, when I was around 8 to 10 years old, I had a green parrot by the name of Mozart . I used to watch the 1934 version of Treasure Island on VHS tape repeatedly, maybe better said religiously for lack of better words, with Mozart on my shoulder. Wallace Beery was Long John Silver, and I envisioned he and I with the same parrot perched on our shoulder. I even tried to tie my leg up and use a broom or walking stick as a crutch to increase the pirate pegleg (knowlege – no leg?) effect.

    One Halloween I dressed up like a pirate, and my dad had made me an eye patch and a sword (piece of cut wood like a scimitar wrapped in tin foil and black electrical tape wrapped around the handle). This was wayyyy before Johnny Depp, Pirates of the Caribbean days, lol.

    Mozart over time became a little more aggressive and he liked to bite every once in awhile (or often) and also seemed to cause other issues like he kept waking up my brother with persistent squawking at dawn. He threatened to turn him into parrot soup. Eventually we found another home for Mozart where he could hang out with other birds.


  20. Forrest, it made me happy to see that you like birds! Actually it didn’t surprise me, because there’s something unique about people who are bird lovers. As you already know, I’m also a bird whisperer. 😉

    If you could choose your spirit or totem animal, what would it be?

  21. Soaring birds are so glorious. It’s a nobility thing–rulers of the sky.Two golden eagles were in a dive on a duck. Just at the last instant, the duck made a quick turn and escaped. The eagles just pulled up and climbed I figure at least 500 feet of altitude and flew on.

    One thing I love about the Yellowstone River is the bird habitat it creates. Being a former hang glider and paraglider pilot I am totally biased towards the soaring birds. The pelicans are awesome fliers and almost have a fighter jet look tot he way they hold their wings. Of course the beak helps with that image.

    My Grandfather recited this poem:

    The Pelican:
    It’s beak can hold more than it’s belly can.
    I say “To Hell it can!”

  22. Another reference to La Buce, this time with further supporting material of a pirate’s scarlet macaw…

    So, are we supposed to combine Hercules’ 12 labors, Zodiac, and Solomon in order to come to some sort of solution? Or are all of these allusion “hints” just red herrings?

    • A lot of progress can occur in a couple of weeks of brown study. In the previous post, I misspelled La Buse, and later came to realize that Hercules’ 12 Labors was pointing me to Pillars of Hercules. Stepping back to reconfirm my path before heading back out tomorrow, I see that “Black-Crested Buzzard-Eagle” is supposed to be “Black-Chested Buzzard-Eagle”, a very subtle difference, but potentially another one of his hints.

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