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birdwatching on a winter drive

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Yesterday we went for a drive along the Saint John River. As the snow disappears from the fields along the river, eagles and hawks sit in the trees to catch a glimpse of possible prey. Sure enough, as we approached the Jemseg Bridge, we saw a male Bald Eagle, looking twice his normal size due to fluffing of feathers against the cold (-4 degrees Celsius). Since Bald Eagles live an average of 20 years, this may be a bird we have seen many times in our drives along the river.

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I missed a good photo the first pass, so we retraced our route between the Gagetown and Jemseg bridges and were rewarded when the first Bald Eagle was joined by a large juvenile.

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As we watched him, he prepared for flight, either perturbed at us for pulling over or at the other eagle for moving into his tree. At last he took off and settled in another old tree just along the road.

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These are magnificent birds, often overlooked in our area since there are large numbers living in the vicinity of our landfill and at various places along the river.

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Copyright 2018 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

February 24, 2018 at 7:00 am

Bald eagle

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On a drive along the Saint John River south of Oromocto, we were happy to get great views of two Bald Eagles.

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an uneasy gathering on the river ice …

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watching for dinner …

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Copyright Jane Tims 2017 

Written by jane tims

April 12, 2017 at 7:15 am

juvenile Bald Eagle

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Last evening, we drove along the St. John River looking for fiddleheads and were delighted to see a juvenile Bald Eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus).

He was sitting on the dead branch of a Silver Maple, just above the highway.  He stayed quite still as I took a few photos.  He was huge compared to the hawks and osprey we usually see in the trees along the raodway.  His plumage was tawny and brown, and his talons were a beautiful orange.  Occasionally, he would twist his head and his eye would gleam, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

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young eagle

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his golden eye

glints as he twists his head

reinterprets the sinking sun

as soul

scrutinizes the river lands

for peril or prey

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©  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

May 12, 2012 at 7:32 am

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