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.
Jordan Lake. “Ah ha! That catfish is mine, all mine”, said the 4-year-old bald eagle. Carefully she surveyed the area and then quickly launched, carrying her prize with her.
Jordan Lake. After the bald eagle quarterly count this morning, a pair of bald eagles came by. That is mom eagle that you first see on the left. She takes a little dip and then a stroll. Dad bald eagle shows up and proceeds to have a snack of fish. This is my first real attempt at using the new camera for video … I can foresee lots of needed practice … but the still photography remains my priority.
Jordan Lake. The sheer astonishment that I feel when observing a bird in flight is of the same intensity whether I have just photographed the majesty of a bald eagle or the delicate dance of a prothonotary warbler. Flight: an act that almost defies gravity.
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