The view from beneath the nest looking up is not great! Looking down, we see splotches of white Eagle droppings, scarcely visible among the blooms of a low-growing ground cover.
We’ve progressed from sparse, new foliage to richer tones of green and fuller growth. Since our view of the eaglet is diminishing, we venture to the other side of the river for one last look before we head north for the summer.
It’s not easy being an eaglet … especially without siblings. Junior is usually alone when we visit and asleep but today, Ted catches the eaglet flapping about the nest and we are amazed at the breadth of his or her wingspan. Junior’s parent watches with an eagle eye to make sure the young one doesn’t stray (or spill!) from the nest.
Another day, Ted sets up his monopod on the rock directly across the river from the nest. Junior’s dad is not so sure we are harmless. Perhaps because we have brought a friend with us, Papa roundly scolds us.
Eagle parents are seldom at the nest these days. We catch a glimpse of Mama looking bedraggled and tired, not a Kodak moment.