Jordan Lake. One should always respect one’s elder. The yearling bald eagle, on the left, dared the adult bald eagle over the right to have the (unseen) fish. The very brief bluff failed, royally.

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.

bald eagle fledgling

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.