– John Denver, from "Rocky Mountain High"
Fly – or land.
Of course we all know that bald eagles are not the threatened species they once were, but that takes nothing away from their majesty. I watched two eagles over the weekend, I assume one of the estimated 9,700 breeding pairs in the lower 48 states. It's possible that the pair is gearing up for egg laying, which in northern states such as Wisconsin can begin right around this time of year.
I'm careful to be as still as possible, keeping a good buffer between me and this nest that stands, oh, about a 125 feet or so above the shoreline of the lake. Over a few days I manage to capture a few glimpses of them, though never in tandem.
On the floor of the woods, these meek bloodroots have emerged from the leafy detritus of the forest floor. Thanks to some assistance, that's the tentative ID I have on these early spring flowers.
I'm not absolutely certain, but I believe this is my first close encounter with a hooded merganser. This early morning rewards passivity with abundance.
Across the lake, a doe and what looks to be a yearling walk along the water's edge and then head up the sloping woods and out of sight.
A loon pair make their presence known well before I see them. The two pictures above tell me also that I need more lens capability; I want to get closer. Such a human response to beauty, for better or worse.
Here in the sun, a myrtle warbler perches for just a moment before it continues its morning dance along the shoreline.
No positive ID on this sparrow of some sort, I think. No matter. Here, where the trees still cast a morning shadow, the little bird sings so wholly, so purely that for a moment the music obliterates all questions. No what, or why, or when. Just song.