Temptation of One Minute More.
I have monitored, and photographed the nest building, chick hatching and nurturing, as well as the soaring of these majestic scavengers. Each year, the nest, had been improved and more thickly woven into the scaffold of it precarious perch. Sadly, last winter the inevitable happened and the barren snag was toppled by a winter storm and in the process, I lost my eagles.
Over the years, I have become closely attached to “my” eagles, and I felt their loss personally. All spring and summer, I have been searching for the
eagle’s new home. I was reassured by those who told me that deposed eagles typically re-establish a nest close to their former location, but despite frequent searches along the river, I had failed to find any evidence of my birds. On a couple of occasions, I thought I might have caught a fleeting glimpse of an eagle high in the sky, but I could never be sure, and I wasn’t able to see where they might have been settling.
I had nearly given up hope, but then recently I had seen a reference to a sighting of a nest in a birch about 100 yards in from the Connecticut River shore. The reference was maddeningly nonspecific, but early this week I decided to go for another look.
- First, it always pays to talk to the people who you encounter in your explorations. This is especially true of those who gaze suspiciously out of their windows at the funny looking guy with the tripod.
- Second, the overwhelming majority of these people are friendly, welcoming and thrilled to help. It turns out that , at least in rural New England, most landowners are proud of there small corner of natural beauty and are excited that someone would want to photograph the scene. In return, I honor any limitations they may have and often drop off a print of the results of my work.
I was excited to go to the new location, and again, found a very friendly and helpful home owner. Peter directed me to best spot to see the nest, which was not easy to find, high up in the branches of a spruce. As I expected, the nest was not as large as their previous home, but I suspect that it will expand over the years. He then suggested that I explore a spot along the river which was a frequent resting area for my birds.
It was there that I
finally found them. I first saw a mature Eagle hidden among the leaves
and caught a couple of shots as it took wing. On this first day I
captured the birds in occasional fly-overs. I suspect they were
acclimating to this intruder camped along the brook.
|Vermont Shore Landing|
It was a great couple of days. The pictures were not among my best eagle images, but the wonderful thing was that I finally found “my” eagles. Peter told me that an Audubon official identified the male as being from the old nest, but he wasn’t as certain about the female. The new location presents its own set of challenges. Looking up at the nest, it will always be strongly backlight, but having established a good viewing spot next to the river, I hope to be able to monitor more of the eagles daily activity.
|Juvenile Bald Eagle|