Bald Eagles Wear the Pants

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Bald Eagles Wear the Pants

2012-01-29T21:22:49+00:00January 29th, 2012|Uncategorized|4 Comments

At the height of Bald Eagle season in Rockport and Marblemount, along the Skagit River, you’ll see dozens of eagles, lumbering across the sand bars, dragging and pillaging salmon carcasses. I like to say that birds like pigeons have jodhpurs — with flared plumes tapering into claws. Eagles, on the other hand, look like they’re wearing Wookiee pants, a vision more amusing when these huge raptors cluster together in one spot.

We saw such a cluster last month when we took our first trip to the Skagit River salmon-spawning grounds. Unfortunately, what began as a reasonable day in Seattle, became torrential and dim, the closer we drove into the moss kingdom that butts up against the North Cascade mountains. Weather turns, lickety split, as precipitation hits the foothills and ranges.

We hiked out to a point where we could better photograph the salmon feast, without disturbing the eagles. My life-long memory, if I never get to repeat this scene, will be the damp silence, punctuated by the calls … from tree to tree … haunting and lovely all at once … sending me backward in time, wondering what this place must have been like when these were the only normal noises. Imagine this call, multiplied at least ten times over, and resonating against the backdrop of forest mist:

My gear shows its shortcomings in low light + distance. I hesitated to even post these shots, given the dark, grainy and blurry outcome. But, I figured it was worth showing what we saw, as we plodded, ankle deep in Skagit County mud.

These images were shot at ISO1250, in the rain, at the full extension of my 70-300mm lens, and then cropped significantly.

We missed an entire month’s worth of possibilities due to strange viruses, work trips to Vegas and then, consistently dreary days. When the sun emerged on Friday, we jumped in the car for our last chance at the Bald Eagles of Rockport. The weather was stunning, but there were precious few eagles. The Skagit River Bald Eagle Interpretive Center winds up its activities this weekend, and all but a few stalwarts of the eagle kind are moving elsewhere toward new hunting grounds. Spawning is over, there wasn’t one trace of a salmon carcass along the shore.

As we were giving up our search for the eagle folk, we heard that characteristic call above us. In this tree, catching the afternoon rays was a juvie Balde, calling out to another juvenile across the river. We waited for a while to see if he or she would offer a photo op free of branches, but that young eagle was preening, settled and happy where it was. So, this was my parting shot of Rockport’s 2011/2012 Bald Eagle crew. Travel safely, my friends with furry boots. I’ll be looking for you a little farther westward.

More information here on Bald Eagles — from The American Bald Eagle site, which has a great fact sheet and some historical notes.

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Previous Bald Eagle posts: Eagle & Crow | Bald Eagle in the Backyard | Dine Like an Eagle | Balde Interloper


  1. Mia McPherson January 30, 2012 at 3:34 am - Reply


    Your description of Bald Eagles wearing Wookie pants had me laughing this morning. I’ve always thought the Bald Eagle “pants” reminded me of young boys who had grown so fast their jeans were up over thier ankles.

    The call of an Eagle is a hauntingly beautiful sound to my ears. Here in the Salt Lake Valley I only hear it in the winter months, but I travel to other places during the other parts of the year and when I hear thier calls it is a real treat.

  2. ingrid January 30, 2012 at 5:19 pm - Reply

    Mia, you’re right — it’s such a treat. I haven’t had a lot of Bald Eagle exposure, mostly Golden Eagles. I consider it my mission to see as many as possible while I’m in Washington State. btw: I like your outgrown pants description. I’ll think of it next time I see them strutting around.

  3. Doug February 1, 2012 at 11:06 pm - Reply

    I get that same feeling every time I hear them calling. But one day if you get the chance to hear two barred owls hooting back and forth with the forest echo in there it will send shivers down you.
    Thanks for visiting my blog! I wish I kept it as updated as this.

    • ingrid February 2, 2012 at 3:16 pm - Reply

      Doug, I’m looking forward to having that experience! Thanks for stopping by. Oh, and, my updating can be sporadic, too. To quote John Lennon, life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. 🙂

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