Thought I’d give y’all a closeup of one of the dad ospreys from this morning with his crappie breakfast for his chicks.
The 3-year-old bald eagle came in from the lake. Didn’t seem to notice me at all. Glanced to one side and drifted towards an osprey who was hurrying to his nest. Then the young eagle decided there were other places to explore. He switched directions, angled upwards and joined the clouds way above me.
One Spot the male osprey came in and did a slow cruise past me and filled up my lens! I noted that his front was messy – he’d probably been feeding fish to his chicks and that can be a messy affair. He would probably stop in a few minutes and do a head to toe grooming as it isn’t the safest thing to fly with dirty feathers. Birds are more fastidious about cleanliness than cats.
In this evening’s uncertainties, I found myself wondering just what do I need to do next … what should be my next action. Then I remembered this 4-year-old bald eagle from January 14, 2019. He picked his path, set his eye on the perch he wanted and solidly made a landing. May we all find a perch, a place to stop and breathe and know that we too will stick the landing and greet the next moment with assurance and hope.
Jordan Lake Dam and Haw River: Doc Ellen’s Natural Minute, Sunrise and Fog 04/19/2020.