This will probably be my last post, at least for awhile, about the eagles and the osprey. After all, those of you who are interested know where to find them anyway. But....I could not resist these last couple of screen shots before the twin babies grow up...and they do grow so fast! (And thanks again to Alcoa for providing this nest cam!)
I am in absolute awe of the powers, and the gentleness, of Mother Nature and God...dare I use God and Mother Nature in the same breath? For I believe one cannot exist without the other, and that one is the other. I consider the power of those huge, strong, yellow beaks working together, sharing in the duties of ever so gently feeding those tiny, helpless, innocent fuzzballs, who will very soon grow into duplicates of their majestic parents.
Perhaps you can see the nest pantry is well stocked, planning ahead for the care and feeding of these babies. These birds don't just act haphazard, they think, for this foodstock did not appear until the first baby was hatched. You can see there are several fish, a rabbit, in the far corner I know is a black squirrel, and a new addition of some small animal or bird. These parents know the babies will have voracious appetites immediatly. It will all be consumed, every bit.
It brings to memory a free verse poem I wrote well over a year ago...seems fitting to post it here and now.
Against the wind she flew
Magnificent golden feathers slick against a slender body
Sparkling wings pumping in perfect unison
Catching the cold updraft
Lifting her higher and higher into the low-hanging clouds
Glancing at the glistening snow peaks far below,
Telescopic eyesight searching for dark movement against brilliant snow.
Hungry, scanning the panorama carefully,
Remembering the last attempt,
A parent fox too watchful over its baby.
Finally, a shadow.
A hare traveling swiftly over frozen landscape.
Golden bird angles her body quickly to drift lower,
Down, down, out of the clouds.
Silent glide taking her low over the unaware hare.
Stretching talons, powerful swoop.
Wings pumping hard she rises high again
Into the wind.
Talons clutching tightly into hare’s bleeding flesh,
Turning easily toward the distant cliff face
To the nest.
I leave you now...just for awhile.....to meditate on the overwhelming emotions and memories of twin motherhood, and find peace in the darkness of my blanket cave.