Jordan Lake: First Nest bald eagle.

Momma Kate took time off from doing refurbishing work on her nest to go fishing. I really like the contrast of the early morning dark reflections with her brilliant head and tail making her almost a comet as with power and magnificence she caught her breakfast.

 

 

 

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Yesterday I got to see Momma Kate from a very different perspective. A friend took me into the First Nest Cove on his boat. There was Kate perched not too far below her nest. All bald eagle pairs stay close to their nest all year around, even when they don’t have chicks or fledglings to raise. It was grand getting to see Kate!

First Nest
 
Both of the chicks have fledged!
 
Kate is not too impressed with Cacao’s semi controlled crash landing.
 
 
While Cacao is trying to get the landing finished, Caramel comes zipping by.
 
 
Kate watches as Caramel makes a landing much further down the tree.
 
 
Just like any offspring, Cacao imitates mom even though Kate is still not impressed!

First Nest
 
The lake level was so high that I could not see the nest.
The sky was sunny, but I was not because I wanted to see the chicks branching.
I had turned around to go back to my truck when a shadow blew past me.
Not a sound had been made in the cove. Yet, here was Kate at a high speed heading for the nest.
She didn’t have a fish.  She did look angry.
Into the branches around the nest Kate disappeared.
No sounds. I waited another 30 minutes then had to leave, wondering why the dash to the nest.