Jordan Lake Dam, Haw River: This morning the weather was cold, crisp and windy … bald eagles love those conditions. These two immature bald eagles came speeding up the river, headed towards the dam. They sparred as they went past me and were still trying to prove which one was the better fighter when they disappeared over the dam towards the main lake. The top eagle is a 2-year-old and the bottom eagle is a 3-year-old.
Jordan Lake: Bald Eagle Nest Report: H&G NestI watched Dad Hershey go past with a large, rather branched repair stick for his nest. Not more than 200 feet behind him came Mom Godiva. More often than not it is the dad bald eagle that carries the branches and mom who does the reconstruction work. But, I have seen moms carrying sticks and dads hard at work patching the nest. Good to see the work going forward for the breeding season.
Jordan Lake Dam, Haw River: I recently found out that this particular plumage pattern is called a “white belly” bald eagle. This youngster is one of this year’s fledglings. I see one or two of these white bellies every year. The eaglet will be mostly brown by the time it is a 3-year-old.
Kate, who is one big bald eagle, floated past me surveying the cove. She will be laying this season’s new eggs in about 6 weeks.
Petruchio was putting repair sticks into the nest, getting ready for the new breeding season.
Petruchio (look directly above the nest) is taking a break. It was great seeing the pair preparing for a new family!
Jordan Lake: I am free in my pursuit to photograph our National Emblem because the Veterans we honor this Veteran’s Day gave us a gift we can just barely understand. These Veterans had the courage to accept the call to protect the Liberty enshrined in our Democracy – they accepted even though they might die for their faithfulness. My heartfelt thank you to those Veterans who are now memories and to those who still breathe the air they help protect. I hope this image of the American Bald Eagle can say what my words cannot speak: your selfless dedication soars on the Wings of an Eagle.
Jordan Lake: The storm front late yesterday afternoon was no match for this 4-year-old eagle. He dared the skies. Laughed at my surprise. Disappeared into the quickly deepening evening sky. Oh, my.
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