Alfie the Eagle has fledged

When we returned from our road trip, the eagle nest had collapsed and was about a third of the size it had been. The rest of it was on the ground at the base of the tree. Alfie, the eaglet, was perched on a rock on the hill the other side of our driveway.

We were worried for him. The parents were still around. They perched in the tops of the nearby trees and screeched at us when we walked down the drive to get a look at their child, then flew low in swoops above us, twittering and screeching.

We talked to the wildlife people who thought we should feed him. They brought things for Alfie to eat. Here is what we learned. Alfie wasn’t in favour of herring, left it lying on the ground at the base of his rock. He liked quail okay. A parent would land and twitter at him, then lean down and rip off a bit of meat and feed it to him, beak to beak. Alfie likes rabbit quite well. He began to eat his own, pinning it to the ground with a talon and ripping the skin and meat off it.

His beak began to turn yellow, and his legs and feet. Then one day, he flew away. He came back the next day, landed in a tree to twitter at my husband, who had fed him all this time. DH twittered back, then Alfie flew off. He hasn’t been back.

(I told DH his eagle language might not be great and he might have said something that offended Alfie, we aren’t sure. πŸ™‚ )

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.

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.

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A Brand New Year

I have been spending time planning my goals for the New Year. As I pondered which items were the most important, and what order they should go in the list, there was a knock on the door.

We had quite a few snowfalls lately and now the ground was covered with a thick coating of snow. Would I like to come out and build a snowman with my grandsons?

Well, obviously, this was more important than anything else on my list, or even making the list itself, so out I went. The snowman looked pretty good, in case you were wondering, with my husband’s hat, a bright red scarf, carrot nose and some dried fern whiskers.

Now my job is to finish this blasted list…..

What have you got on your list for the coming year? Email me at sylviegraysonauthor@gmail.com or leave a comment and let me know. πŸ™‚

Need a laugh?

What did the Tin Man say when he got run over by a steamroller?

“Curses! Foil again!”