Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Eagles Have Landed

Pointing North
Looting Crow
A Pair of House Finches
Nuthatch on Frosted Ground Among Tunnels
Eagle on the Old Dock Post
What Tangle of Wings is This?
Balds & Vultures? Goldens?
Balds & Babies!
Hanging Out
Crow Looks Small, Like a Meal
Immature With Wet Feathers
Family Day on Elmira Pond
Waiting for Junior to Dry
Are You Dry, Yet?
Dry Enough to Fly Away!
Elmira Pond pools like silver caught between fluid and form. Ice expands a shell overnight and day melts the edges. I tiptoe to windows at dawn, binoculars in hand, hoping, waiting to see hints of the migration I know is progressing.

Geese flap long wings in a northern v against brooding gray skies. It neither rains nor snows, and on the days the sun appears I'm surprised by the burst of energy. I sit on the porch, hands cuddling a cup of coffee as warm as a puppy. I continue to search for something more than crows looting the pond.

Todd pokes out his head from the porch door. "I started you a fire he says." Yes, I know it's warmer inside than this intermediary weather who promises us an end of winter but hedges on when spring will actually arrive. And then feathers flit.

A pair of house finches hop and flutter from pine bough to crest of the blue spruce in front of us. The colors are returning! In fall, the male birds are buffer as if the disco inferno of their mating days leave them with with sun-faded feathers. They are emerging with new duds to attract the females. Dancing kings.

Another flit and a red-breasted nuthatch drops to the ground among winter tunnels pushed up by gophers who remained active beneath the snow. I ignore these blights, tunneling from my gopher-ridden potato patch. Criminals. I'm contemplating their demise and might resort to Caddyshack dynamite eventually. But not now.

Coffee is gone and go back inside, back to my office upstairs.

Soon a squeaky train wheel is distracting me. Glancing over my shoulder toward the train tracks I'm surprised to see it empty. No train. Curious, I go to the window. The steely sound continues. That's when I spot a blaze of white above the bleached shell of pond ice. Grabbing the binoculars (yes, I sit at my desk with a pair) I realize the white patch is the head of a massive bald eagle.

A bald eagle! The one who flies lazy loops up and down state highway 95 all winter in search of roadkill is now perched on the old dock post on Elmira Pond. And I think he's making that steely chirp.

My quick descent down the stairs sets off the dog-alarms. Hush! I don't want to miss this shot. I step out the front door relieved to see he is still poised. Click. Click. I collect pixels of his likeness, excited he's landed from his daily flights for a photo opp. Cautiously I move closer. Click. Click. I round the truck, leaning on the hood to steady my shots.

There's that squeak again! And it isn't him. I look to the center of the pond and I nearly drop my camera. A tangle of rising feathers and chirps, hops and posturing. At first I think a gang of vultures has downed an elk on my pond. That's what it looks like -- death-raptors in feathered shrouds, hovering over carrion.

Then one lifts its head. Another bald eagle! Further behind I see yet a third one. Bald eagles sharing a meal with vultures? I climb into the back of the truck, step onto the tool box and take a seat on the cab. This is the earliest recorded bird show on Elmira Pond! February 22, 2016. 9:30 a.m. Continue big beastly birds, continue.

But oh, dear, I hope you aren't eating anything majestic like a moose or my neighbor's horse. I wish I could entice them to dig gophers in my yard. Nothing majestic about those potato thieves and lawn disrupters. I try to see what exactly they are feeding upon and realize it's a small meal. A muskrat at the largest, possibly a turtle. Why so many gathered?

Todd joins me. "Golden eagles, too," he says. Goldens? And balds? Sharing turtle soup? It seems puzzling until I recall something a local birder told me -- if you see golden eagles in the Lake Pend Oreille watershed, mostly it's juvenile bald eagles. That's what we are seeing! The entire valley community of bald eagles, all gathered on the thin crust of Elmira Pond ice.

Observation is a good teacher. It may not have the measurements of science and often it reveals more than any bird textbook. One adult hangs back -- the big guy on the dock post. He never moves, chirps or flaps a wing. He watches the activity on the pond as passively as a human might stare at the television with nothing of import to watch. Zoning out.

The other two adults are more engaged. One is right there in the middle of the three juveniles, squeaking like a train wheel. The other stands back. Several catch air with wings and move in grand hops, legs straight as a lean logger's. In fact, I notice how straight the birds legs extend upward to chest and head, yet this massive body, rump and fantail of white drape behind like some sort of bird bustle. They stand over two-feet tall.

The juveniles all have mottled dark and light wings and their beaks are mostly black, not yellow. Yet you can see yellow developing from the face. According to the experts, it takes about five years for a bald eagle to obtain sexual maturity. That means the three adults are over the age of five and the three younger ones are less than that. The younger three could be brood mates, or successive siblings.

One theory as to why immature eagles are different in coloring (including eyes, beaks and feathers) is not to be deemed a threat during mating season. Eagles are territorial during mating season and keep other eagles out of their nesting area up to two miles. The fact that three adults were on the pond says the eagles do not yet have spring fever -- they are not yet mating.

After the adult on the post flies off, two of the immature eagles take flight, too. Communal gatherings are one way for the younger birds to learn to hunt from the older ones. It's also possible that one of the immature eagles might have plunged into the pond. Eagles are swimmers, but their feathers do not dry the way an osprey can shake off water.

I notice the remaining youngster fluffs feathers several times and looks to be all wet. He remains standing on the ice until he dries. The two adults, most likely his parents, remain with him. They fly off after he leaps skyward until he's a dark splotch. I now know that the "black" hawks I have continually noticed every year since I've lived here are actually immature bald eagles. They must nest in the area. What a gift.

Until the migrators arrive. Then they become predators. Still, my job as nature writer is not to interfere, not to humanize, but to observe and humanize my own thoughts and reactions.

8 comments:

  1. What a treat your eyes .. and camera .. have observed - bald eagles on Elmira Pond! And now we get to share your wonder through your photos and delightful descriptions. Thank you, Charli.

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    1. It was amazing! And such a surprise, too. Thanks for watching with me!

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  2. What an utterly absorbing account of your eagles, a whole family of bald and golden! Wow! No wonder you are so excited, your emotion surges through your wonderful descriptions. And to think, your 'black hawks' have been juvenile bald eagles all along, and nesting in your back yard! I have always longed to see one of these incredible, majestic creatures in the wild. I love your house finches and nuthatch too, so sweet! I couldn't think of a better view to go with your 'warm as a puppy' coffee...thank you for sharing your beautiful world with us Charli in its fullest form.

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    1. I'm so happy to share it with you! And the coffee. ;-) The nuthatch is a pretty bird. I hope he sticks around. Thanks, Sherri!

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  3. Awesome post, Charli. I hung on every word. Those wretched gophers - yes, let the eagles feast on them. But not on that beautiful little nuthatch. How amazing to see so many of these magnificent creatures outside your window! One day I heard some unfamilar squeaking in my back yard. I think it was a group of young currawongs. One certainly seemed to be crying, probably hungry. They weren't really young, probably recently fledged. I love having the birds around, but nothing like a bald eagle family. Enjoy! :)

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    1. Ugh, those gophers! I'm already plotting how to plant around them. I hate the idea of actually having to trap them. Currawongs! What a great name! I'll have to look those up. I think all birds that interact around us are amazing, big or small. Thanks!

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  4. Not too far from where I live there is a wildlife wetland reserve where many birds, both resident and migrant, can be found. My wife and I often take a walk around its perimenter with binoculars and camera. At this time of the year many of the permanent inhabitants can be seen building nests and getting ready for spring - it isn't far away!

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    1. Isn't it wonderful to have space like that, near to where you can walk? I'm now packing around both camera and binoculars! Getting to be that time of year. Thanks for stopping by Elmira Pond!

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