Eagle leaves the nest

I know I’ve talked about this eagle nest before. But we were away for a couple of weeks. When we returned a few days ago, the baby had left the nest. He ended up on the top of a rock across our driveway, now and then fluttering his wings but not flying. I don’t know how long he’s been there.

We were afraid he would die up there, but with a telescope in the back of our pickup (:)) we were able to see there was a dead duck on the ground in front of him which he would pick at from time to time, so he was being looked after. Today a deer appeared, browsing along the grass at the foot of the rock. (The eagle is still up there, hard to see him behind the tree branch.)
The eagle froze. I was afraid the deer would discover the young bird. He kept lifting his head and waving his nose around, must have smelled the duck, and he climbed up and down the rock, but didn’t go closer to the eaglet.

Once the deer left, one of the parents flew in and landed beside the youngster. They twittered together for a time. Then the parent tore strips of meat off the duck and handed it over, beak to beak with the baby. Still looking after the little one. It’s been fun to watch.

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Eagles chapter two

The eagles have been very busy. They have continued to increase the size of the nest until we could no longer tell if Mama was sitting on the eggs, if there were eggs. Here’s what it looks like now, nearly twice the size as it was in March when I last posted, cascading down the tree, hooked on 3 or 4 branches now.

My husband and I were standing on the driveway talking when an eagle flew low overhead and landed behind a high rock. Eagles don’t do that as a rule, they stick to the trees unless they’re after something. A minute later, it flew off with something in it’s claws, went to the nest briefly, then darted into the nearest tree. Here it is resting in the tree.

We climbed up to see what he was after, and found a large clump of moss torn up. He must have placed the moss in the nest as a cushion for the eggs. Does that mean the eggs are yet to be laid? We don’t know. Wish I had a mirror fixed in the tree that would show me what’s in the nest. πŸ™‚

What do you think is going on? Drop me a comment.

More Signs of Spring

Here we are mid-April. It must be almost spring, right?

The current bush, my absolute favourite is out in bloom. The original bush died and I shopped everywhere for a replacement. Then one just sprouted up in my garden down the bank from the old one. Warmed my heart.
The camellias are among the first to bloom. Love the different shades.
I love the dandelions. They are so bright and cheerful in the spring. And you can always make a dandelion chain. πŸ™‚
The cherry trees are in full blossom. This is three trees planted together. Lovely. This is an ornamental, of course. The fruit trees are still thinking about sending out their blossoms.
And then there’s is the western skunk cabbage. Grows in ditches and wetlands, and stinks up the place. πŸ™‚

Yet, we had an inch and a half of snow on Sunday, and another flurry on Tuesday. Doesn’t the weatherman know it’s SPRING??

What is happening where you live? Leave me a comment and let me know.

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Signs of Spring

I went for a bike ride yesterday, for the first time this year. The rain had stopped, and although it wasn’t sunny, it was a nice day. And as I rode, I saw some signs of spring.

The ferns are growing like mad.
The moss has stopped hibernating and is sending out numerous bright green shoots.
The ocean spray has grown tiny leaves and the blossoms are getting ready to burst.

My Mom always called this bush spyria. When I moved back to the west coast, I got a book of plants of British Columbia, and although most folks call it ocean spray, Mom was right– spyria is the correct name. I shouldn’t be surprised. πŸ™‚

What is happening in your neighbourhood? Any signs of spring yet? Drop me a line and let me know.