Movement is the way we spot birds in the swamp. Sitting at the breakfast table this morning loading a webpage, a flicker at the edge of my peripheral field made me snap my head left. It was huge! Bald Eagle!
I well remember when there were NO bald eagles here. I remember, in the early ‘80s, spotting one of the first bald eagles seen in Little Washington in a lifetime. I remember them returning to Lake Mattamuskeet to nest. I remember venturing in a boat with friends to see the first bald eagle nest in the county in a lifetime. I remember the excitement of seeing them at the mouth of our creek and seeing them become regulars there. I remember seeing the occasional one fly by our house, just a mile or so up-creek.
But this morning, this guy (looks like maybe a third year bird) perched in the yard and stayed more than an hour. Made my day...