Jordan Lake, Haw River: Out of the fog that completely blanketed the riprap at the dam this morning appeared this 3-year-old bald eagle. For a brief moment a diffused beam of sunlight lit the tree and the eagle. The autumn morning suddenly had an eaglet brooch and I smiled.

Jordan Lake: I am a two-year-old bald eagle. Anything I survey is mine. I have wings that can carry me across the lake in 3 beats. See my stretch? That is power … feathered power on display. Ha!

Jordan Lake: I have been known to say that I consider 3-year-old bald eagles to be brats. They are at that in-between-time: no longer babies and still not adults. This 3-year-old sure seems to be in a funky mood. I would have laughed at him, but I am sure he would have just continued to ignore the humans in the boat who were watching him!

Jordan Lake: How to define the word “STRETCH”! This 4-year-old bald eagle did a magnificent stretch and leap into the air when it launched. I reckon you could also use the photo to define “POWER”!

Captain Doug and I went cruising the lake in his boat, looking for the fledglings and parents.
All the nests have now fledged their chicks and so its hard to find the families.
The two fledglings at the H&G Nest of Godiva and Hershey.
One fledgling is just to the left of the nest, at nest brim height.
The other fledgling is way to the left in the photo and near the top – it is small so look carefully.
At First Nest we could see the nest was in good shape, but didn’t see the fledglings.
We rounded the corner to find Mom Kate looking at something way up high and ignoring us.
At Captain’s Nest we hit the jackpot and found the family at home.
This photo has both fledglings in it.
One up high over the nest and the other fledgling you can just see the roundness of the top of its head at the nest brim.
Captain Nest Dad coming in for a landing.
Captain Nest Mom, being imperious and a joy to see.

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.