Wild Bald Eagle

Wild Bald Eagle

Wild Bald Eagle

 

 

The sand bar. At this point in the season it's just a narrow strip. I had to walk through waist-high water (brrr!) for about 20 minutes to get there. This year I'm thinking of renting a canoe from the Jericho Sailing Centre, but I'm not sure. Part of the appeal of my pictures is that I use no transportation or fancy equipment; just my bare feet. I don't bait my subjects, nor build a blind or any such things. I just take my chances with timing & sneakiness, and hope they aren't feeling too skittish.

 

 

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It took me quite a while to work my way from the previous picture to get this close. I took three or four shots as I approached in case it got scared off. It's partner flew away, but it just watched my approach warily. I guess it's enjoyment of the lunch at it's feet was greater than it's fear of me. Actually, they are not afraid, that's the wrong word. Later I will show how one tried to scare ME away from some food it had dropped which happened to be right where I had stopped! I think they tend to fly away from people because we cramp their hunting style.

 

 

Shame on me but for this shot I waved my arms sharply and kind of shouted a little bit to make it fly. It barely obliged me, lazily opening it's wings and moving just a few meters away. I did it because it seemed unlikely that I would ever get that close, with such a perfect backdrop, again. And I was correct. But I never used that tactic again, and never will, becuase the last thing I want is for them to have fear of me. It is on this day that I realized their wing span is significantly wider than I am tall. Sitting it's about three feet high, but that wing span has to be at least nine feet. At least.

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