Oh, I was grumpy, yes I was at sunrise this morning. The fog was heavy over the river and all up in the trees. Grump, indeed, as any birds were well-hidden. I kept looking down the river where I just could see an adult bald eagle, silent in the mist. The sun eased up the sky and suddenly there was light caught in the trees. “That would be a pretty landscape shot,” I thought, “and maybe the eagle will be visible in the photograph”. Snap. I took the shot and forgot about it until just now. Oh, my. Light suffused and showing plainly that there were 3 bald eagles in the tree. My grump got dispelled as I planned to share with all of you. Take care, be safe. Stay well.

Jordan Lake, Haw River: Out of the fog that completely blanketed the riprap at the dam this morning appeared this 3-year-old bald eagle. For a brief moment a diffused beam of sunlight lit the tree and the eagle. The autumn morning suddenly had an eaglet brooch and I smiled.

Jordan Lake: I am a two-year-old bald eagle. Anything I survey is mine. I have wings that can carry me across the lake in 3 beats. See my stretch? That is power … feathered power on display. Ha!

Jordan Lake: I have been known to say that I consider 3-year-old bald eagles to be brats. They are at that in-between-time: no longer babies and still not adults. This 3-year-old sure seems to be in a funky mood. I would have laughed at him, but I am sure he would have just continued to ignore the humans in the boat who were watching him!