Close encounter of the eagle kind

Last October I was on a float trip fishing the South Fork of the Snake River with my favorite guide Bart Taylor and my cousin.  We were fishing streamers all day and meeting with pretty good success.  Around lunch time, my cousin hooked up with a nice 16-17 inch rainbow trout.  Bart dropped anchor while we landed the fish and snapped a couple photos.  As we released the fish, it slipped from our hands prematurely and started to float on it side down stream. Bart immediately started to pull up anchor so we could retrieve it.  It was seconds after the fish hit the water and a mere 6-8 feet away from the boat, that an eagle swooped down and grabbed the fish from the surface and lighted on another tree to eat his prize catch.

Needless to say, this took us all by surprise.  I just missed accidentally capturing the moment on camera as I took a photo of the fish right as it was dropped (picture to the left).  Bart says he didn’t see what had happened, but knew something strange was happening because he could feel the gust of wind as the eagle pulled back just before hitting the fish.  He looked up just after the fish was taken.  We all looked at each other to make sure we hadn’t just hallucinated the whole thing after hours of slinging lead.  We looked up to see another eagle sitting in a bare cottonwood tree, presumably waiting for us to drop him another snack.  I think the first bird must have left his perch the moment that fish hit the water, if not a moment before.  It was a truly amazing encounter that I am grateful have witnessed.

Under Siege

Our yard is under siege by robins and starlings today. I wonder what they are getting under the snow? I don’t imagine there are many worms out in 20F weather and we don’t have any berry bushes. I will post again if they start breaking through the windows like a Hitchcock movie! Better get the shotgun ready…

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Cedar Waxwing encounter

Today while taking out the trash I spotted a flock of about 30 Cedar Waxwings sitting in my neighbor’s tree.  I could hear their unmistakable winter whistling.  Seems like the only time I ever see these birds is winter time and I can only spot them after hearing them.  Despite their pretty splashes of color, they are pretty hard to spot in leafless trees against the winter sky.  Nevertheless, I always enjoy seeing them when I can, from their crests, their buff colored bellies, paint tipped red flight feathers and similiarly yellow tipped tails, they are real beauties.  Read more about them here: Cedar Waxwing.