Just thought I'd share this little guy's profile pic!
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| I think that's Tug Georgia, but don't hold me to it! (I will ask Butch for clarification) |
Sometimes it doesn't look like those ships will fit under the bridge!
Monday, January 21, 2013
Spotted on the River, while looking for our eagle....
Sunday, January 20, 2013
River Views
Ok, so it's been a while! It didn't seem like this little bloggy was catching on much, so I semi-abandoned it. I stumbled across some pretty cool pics tonight so I figured I would give it another whirl.
Last October 19, Butcher and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary. While I personally felt that one (okay...both) of us deserved the Congressional Medal of Honor for such a feat, no one else seemed to buy into it. I drove onto the island to pick Butch up and he was so excited! I foolishly thought it might have something to do with me/our anniversary/romance and all that jazz, but it was actually over something totally not even remotely related to us. However, it was pretty cool indeed!
For a few weeks, Butch had been telling me he had noticed a Bald Eagle circling near the tug boat. This excited me, as ye olde Bald Eagle was still on our endangered species list last time I checked. Butch had told me about how they were riding along on the tug, when all of a sudden, the eagle swooped in and was soaring right along side the tugboat. He described the broadness of the wings, the majestic white head feathers, and the powerful fwoosh fwoosh of his mighty wings as he powered up to glide. But on this particular morning, Butch was especially thrilled to report that there were TWO Bald Eagles, one male, one female, nesting nearby. We set out, on the other side of the river, to try to catch a glimpse.
Picture us walking in the bright sunlight, gingerly easing our way through some shrubbery (well, ok, I eased gingerly. Butch just crashed on through. I was more afraid of bugs and snakes and such, but Butch, being the manly man that he is, was not even remotely concerned. He was a man on a mission.) We walked as far as we could down the river walk and stopped. I was excited. Everything that flew over head, from seagull to hawk to finch, was in my mind, our prized Eagle. I am certain Butch was quite annoyed with me asking "Is that him? Is that him?" over and over.
Finally, we stopped. My eyesight is not what it used to be, but my eagle eyed man (ha) had seen.......could it be? YES! It was our eagle!!!!
I managed to snap a couple of pics from veeeeeery far away, and then, my camera died! NOOOOOO! Snacklefrazzle! It DIED! And did I have extra batteries? Yes! But they were dead too. But ah ha! Cellphone! Sigh. Ye Old Blackberry doesn't capture a bird in a tree from across a river very well, no matter how much I begged it to.
So, here they are...the ones I got. We saw the female eagle as well, but she was deep in the tree, hiding. So enjoy the pics of my big fat mac daddy American Bald Eagle!
Last October 19, Butcher and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary. While I personally felt that one (okay...both) of us deserved the Congressional Medal of Honor for such a feat, no one else seemed to buy into it. I drove onto the island to pick Butch up and he was so excited! I foolishly thought it might have something to do with me/our anniversary/romance and all that jazz, but it was actually over something totally not even remotely related to us. However, it was pretty cool indeed!
For a few weeks, Butch had been telling me he had noticed a Bald Eagle circling near the tug boat. This excited me, as ye olde Bald Eagle was still on our endangered species list last time I checked. Butch had told me about how they were riding along on the tug, when all of a sudden, the eagle swooped in and was soaring right along side the tugboat. He described the broadness of the wings, the majestic white head feathers, and the powerful fwoosh fwoosh of his mighty wings as he powered up to glide. But on this particular morning, Butch was especially thrilled to report that there were TWO Bald Eagles, one male, one female, nesting nearby. We set out, on the other side of the river, to try to catch a glimpse.
Picture us walking in the bright sunlight, gingerly easing our way through some shrubbery (well, ok, I eased gingerly. Butch just crashed on through. I was more afraid of bugs and snakes and such, but Butch, being the manly man that he is, was not even remotely concerned. He was a man on a mission.) We walked as far as we could down the river walk and stopped. I was excited. Everything that flew over head, from seagull to hawk to finch, was in my mind, our prized Eagle. I am certain Butch was quite annoyed with me asking "Is that him? Is that him?" over and over.
Finally, we stopped. My eyesight is not what it used to be, but my eagle eyed man (ha) had seen.......could it be? YES! It was our eagle!!!!
I managed to snap a couple of pics from veeeeeery far away, and then, my camera died! NOOOOOO! Snacklefrazzle! It DIED! And did I have extra batteries? Yes! But they were dead too. But ah ha! Cellphone! Sigh. Ye Old Blackberry doesn't capture a bird in a tree from across a river very well, no matter how much I begged it to.
So, here they are...the ones I got. We saw the female eagle as well, but she was deep in the tree, hiding. So enjoy the pics of my big fat mac daddy American Bald Eagle!
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| You can sort of see the nest in this picture, if you look very closely to the left of the eagle about 3/4 the way up the left side of the "V" branch |
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