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, Haw River: Now that you have seen the pine warbler … look for his sleeping neighbor. Ah. The monarch butterfly sleeps under leaves or below branches where it is protected from predators and where it is somewhat warmer. You can see that the pine warbler is puffed up against this morning’s cold. The monarch hadn’t yet gotten enough sun warmth to be on the move. I don’t think the bird saw the butterfly and I doubt if the butterfly had yet sensed the bird. The bird moved on to feed and about 30 minutes later the monarch warmed up had headed for the butterfly bush to gather nectar.

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!