I just returned from the river and had five minutes alone with Mr…one other lady was walking into the park at that time and took out her phone to capture the magnificence. She had just happened to turn into the park and off of her usual walk, so it was fun, at a distance, to explain to her what was happening when he leapt from the perch and made his way to the ridge. It’s remarkable that this family of eagles follows the same course. While, again, the photos are not exceptionally clear, I was excited to see the male return to the nest where the female was sitting and then to see an egg roll (based on movement) and a shift change. What a stunningly beautiful time at the river.
Wouldn’t you love to live in one of those homes…or on a single floor…or in a single room of one of those homes and see nature every day all day long?
From my distance, it looks as though the youngster is bound up in the branches.
I am in awe of the adult who is listening to the vocalizations of the youngster, all the while, trying to problem solve.
At this point, I am wondering if the adult has tried to feed the youngster.
Junior is so upset and the adult just patiently stands by.
This is not a place where the adults have ever set down…balance? how?
The adult swoops down low and flies over the river, setting down just across from me for drinks and a quick bath. At this point, this is looking like Dad. I’m assuming Ma is over addressing any needs with Jr. still at the nest
Dad goes back to a location near enough Jr. that he can keep an eye…and a place where he can have some comfort.
At this point I’m noticing that Jr. has enough wiggle room…something that worried me originally.
Wondering what the night will hold, but so excited for flight and for small things, growing brave.
I would typically do a little segment for the past week and title it ‘For the Birds’ featuring all of the birds I have observed for a week. But, after this evening’s observations at the Bow River, I decided to make a post that does its best to capture a Bald Eagle taking a bath. Again, I can’t promise crisp-edged images, but one thing is for certain, I have captured some pretty awesome facial expressions. Do Bald Eagles have faces? (likely heads…not faces…but, you’ll see what I mean) Some little slide shows. May 16, 2018
The mosquitoes were out and the electric blue wild violets were in bloom.
The river is moving fast and the water level is moving up. Over the past two weeks, I’ve been taking photographs at a single spot along the shore and will use those over the coming days for comparison.
Here’s our Eagle…
A series of four…check out the fourth slide. It makes me laugh so hard.
I consider it an honour to be able to spend so much time observing unlikely magic at the river. I don’t take any of it for granted. I’ll find a piece of music to play while the slide show runs.
Max and I were romping in the deep snow…we were the only ones outside for miles, I’m certain. All sound was ‘different’ because of the space, the river, the snow and the tall trees. Then….whoosh whoosh whoosh….just over the river, the wide wingspan of an eagle as he scooped downward and then up, resting on a branch of the tree only 15 feet from us. Frozen in time, we looked at one another…and then, as Max became animated again and bounded into the next snowbank, the eagle lifted and flew across the river…I watched with tremendous respect…such a large and regal bird…an awesome experience at the river.