Jordan Lake. Body stilled. Talons glinting. Neck stretched just enough to see past surrounding branches. Eyes pinned on point of interest too far away for me to comprehend. This bald eagle fledgling lives to claim tomorrow as hers.
Jordan Lake. In the growing light of the sunrise, I don’t know who had the greater curiosity: this adult bald eagle as she studied me or me as I exchanged glances with her. Ah, curiosity!
Jordan Lake: The rugged intent face and well-tested frame of this female bald eagle somehow carries more of an impact to my eyes than just the contrast of white and darkest brown … there comes a sensing of vibrant life inhaled with the air the raptor breathes.
Jordan Lake. Today I was out with Captain Doug and friends and we came across Mom Kate from First Nest. Seeing her pant really brought home just how hot and humid it has been. Birds do not have sweat glands so they keep cool by perching in the shade, panting and hunting food in the early morning and late afternoon.
Jordan Lake. I got to the lake right after a thunderstorm had rained hard. Bald eagles hate to get wet. This is mom Godiva straightening out her tail feathers after being thoroughly soaked.
Jordan Lake. One moment, you have very firmly in your grasp the chunk of fish that your mom has brought to you. You decide to fly off somewhere safe to eat it. But, then, oh drat… you drop it. Sometimes life has a very steep learning curve or should I say a very steep drop. Oh, bald eagle fledgling’s woe.