The two-year old bald eagle was fishing in the fog on the river this morning.
I indulged my whimsy and let the fog tint my photo in blues – hope you like it.
Nothing makes a fall sky more Carolina blue than the flight of an eagle.
In this case it is a two year-old, going on 3 in January, bald eagle.
Note the symmetric waves of primary feathers beginning their molt journey – this is a two-year old sequence.
The eastern phoebe had been grooming when he noticed I was watching.
He fluffed his feathers even more and then seemed pleased I had seen the motion.
Just whose fish is it? Both great blue herons have dibs and bills on it…
There ensued a royal tug-of-war between the two birds.
The heron in the water is the one who caught the fish.
And ultimately held onto it.
Wild day on the lake even though it was cloudy and dripping rain.
At 07:36:46 this morning I was brilliantly reminded of the symmetry of the universe.
Sol’s light pierced the leaves of the trees and gave me a octagonal view of earth’s star.
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