There were two eaglets at the nest, though at first, we could only see one of them. It was perched several meters from the nest gazing away from us towards the river, occasionally turning to preening itself.
When a breeze arose, it would stretch its wings and test the lift, hopping around on the branch. Does not look like it has flown yet but, if not, its getting pretty close to doing so.
We waited about 45 minutes for the return of the parents. The first to return was carrying some nondescript strip of meat in its talons, probably torn from some road-kill. We could see it gliding in from the distance carrying its prize. The scene reminded me of the eagles carrying Hobbits in Lord of the Rings as I thought "the mama is coming, the mama is coming." I just labelled the first one the mother since I can't tell the sexes apart. The second parent returned about 10 minutes later carrying what I think of as the more "traditional" fish dinner. Does not look very fresh - the tail fin is rotted off. Perhaps it was scavenged at the river's edge rather than freshly caught.
Both of the parents and the eaglet in the nest greedily tore into the "surf-n-turf" dinner while the first eaglet remained on its branch apart from the nest, showing no interest in joining its sibling at the dinner table. It reminded us of a sulking teenager.
We could not see into the nest to observe whether the eaglet was able to tear off bits of meat itself; presumably it could. We did see it pulling on a strip of meat that the parent held in its beak, almost like a game of tug-o-war. That was fun to watch.
Shortly after settling down, one of the parents flew down to another tree, perhaps readying itself for another round of feed-the-kids.
Bald eagles are a beautiful sight to see, even disregarding their patriotic symbolism. I am really glad we had the chance to go back while the eaglets were still fledging.
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