Later, we checked out the eagle nest on the far side of the trout ponds. There, sitting near the huge nest were the two adults. Were they hunting, resting, sleeping or just plain waiting for spring? If the later, they surely have a lot more patience than I do these days.
Monday, February 23, 2015
The Big Guy (Baron) and I had gone early morning road birding in a snow shower a few years back now. We were in the valley of the Middle Root River practicing our spotting skills, when a mature bald eagle flushed from a tree line to my left and swept in front of the windshield of my truck. Startled, I must have been seeing too many juncos and other really small birds because the eagle seemed so big and I thought at first, perhaps, it was a gliding prehistoric pterodactyl! Obviously the snowfall, combined with some heavy fog, had put me in a "spooky" mood!