The best way to maintain flight is for a wing to remain level.
But level flight doesn’t offer up a fish from the river.
There are a multitude of calculations and feather changes during a fishing run.
This 4-year-old bald eagle is using some of his feathers on the outer edges of his wing tips as ailerons to control his roll.
Those “ruffled” feathers along the middle of his wings act as spoilers to give him precision for his hunt.
What a marvelous creation.
Twice a day, when the daylight is abundant, a special ”golden hour” happens.
The daylight is softer and redder than when the sun is up high in the sky.
The light makes the earth, sky, water and yes, eagles glow.
This adult bald eagle was magical in the golden hour just before sunset today.
I am a bald eagle.
I have made it past my first birthday and heading for my second.
The wind is cold and hard and stirs my heart.
All the fish in the lake are mine.
Watch me fly, I dare you, just watch me fly.
The 1 1/2 year-old bald eagle came streaking over the edge of the riprap.
Set her talons, intent on a fish.
Quickly the youngster lifted the fish up into the sky and to the protection of the trees.
She made it to a tree without any of the other eagles managing to steal her prize.
1 medium-sized fish, stunned by the transit through the dam.
1 great blue heron with the fish in its beak.
1 great blue heron thinking about stealing the fish from the other heron.
1 bald eagle determined to make the fish his.
Results: the heron swallowed the fish before it could get stolen.