I scanned the trees in front of me on both sides of the Dam. Nothing. DRAT! And turned to go back to the car....
And there in the tree directly behind me was a juvenile Bald Eagle scanning the river for fish and paying not the least attention to me. WOW.
At least SHE has the sense to look behind her as well as in front of her when she is hunting something. Sigh.
I wait. She waits. Still no fish. Though she may have eaten recently and is just keeping an Eagle eye on prey for later.
Then suddenly she spreads those 7 foot wings, flies upstream closer to the dam and lands neatly in a new tree. You can see from here how urban this area is and likely the reason she found no problem with me wandering up to her tree.
My phone rings. It is Patty, the waitress from the Edgewater, letting me know that the Indian Ford Bald Eagles have appeared.
Now you ask, why when I have an Eagle am I going to jump in the car, and scurry back to Indian Ford. Well I need a photo of an Indian Ford Eagle for a story about Indian Ford that I'm writing for The Edgerton Reporter. It would be cheating to use a Bald Eagle that was from the wrong neighborhood. Ethics are important.
I just in the car and pray the Indian Ford Eagles won't decide to leave before I can get there.
Hooray! They are still here but not in places in which my lens is going to get me what I need.
I get one shot of the mate, which I know immediately isn't going to be sharp enough and while I adjust, he moves far, far, away.
Wait! What are they up to?
Dear readers, it is going to be a cliff hanger. Blogger won't let me load any more photographs. Drat!
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