I scurried out for a walk yesterday morning, in spite of the lowering clouds. I guess I thought that if I could just get out into the woods in time, the rain would hold off just for me, and I could get in a full walk. No such luck.
When I arrived at Pigeon Creek Park, everything seemed gray and still. Then I got out of the car. Something about the overcast sky gave a luminosity to the changing leaves, and everything green seemed to glow with a faint inner light.
The air was filled with chirps, trills and chips. There were sparrows, cardinals, goldfinches, red-winged blackbirds, and even crows and jays.
I spent some time trying to I.D. a new bird I heard among the dead and dying cup plants, that towered over me like a forest in their own right, but again - no luck there. I taped the sound in hopes of identifying it later, when I got back home.
A squirrel kept running up and down the path, like a mad man. I wondered what he was up to, but figured it had to do with seeds and nuts.
The goldfinches were as secretive as ever, dashing about in their perfect camouflaged suits.
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| The goldfinch is right in the center of this photo, in the angle of the center forked branches. |
A black-capped chickadee came a little closer.
The woods were glooomy.
A couple of frogs who were pond-side gave me a start as they leaped away from my advancing footsteps. I guess they were as scared of me as I was of their sudden movement in the bushy grass..
Coming out of the woods and onto the river, I took a look at the the arched shore, hoping for new waterfowl, or
any waterfowl to photograph. Not much was stirring but a couple of pairs of mallards - far down the beach.
I knew the killdeer were out there too, but I just couldn't
see them.
I went out to the first point, walking into grey nothingness. The water was the same color as the sky. Rain began to fall. A nuthatch tapped quietly on the tree nearest me, seeking insects under the bark.
As I turned back to the sandy shoreline, a sandpiper just couldn't stand it anymore, and burst from its cover in the marshy grasses - a blur of brown and white.
Another bird flew across my field of view, and landed on a bare branch - a northern flicker. I love the splash of red they wear on the napes of their necks!
It was then that I heard a faint call. It sounded like it came from out over the water. I wasn't sure what kind of a call it was - and no birds were in sight.
The sky was bare, so I scanned the shoreline, looking for possible herons and egrets. It didn't sound like a heron's grumpy croaking, but I don't know what kind of sound they make when they are happy or interacting with loved ones. So I looked - but saw nothing.
After some time, I heard the call again, muffled and faint. Then saw a big bird in the sky - making a beeline for the tree tops. It was so far away, I couldn't tell what it was, even when I zoomed in on it with my camera.
A couple of minutes later, I heard more calling and saw two birds racing away from the tree tops.
At first I thought it might be a smaller bird mobbing a crow away from its nest, or a crow chasing a hawk. I even wondered if it were a hawk and a vulture having a squabble, but the calls didn't match any of these birds. That's when I guessed these might be eagles. Eagles have that distinctive ratcheting kind of call.
It wasn't until I got home and zoomed way in on the photos that I was able to see the white heads and realized that yes, this was a pair of bald eagles.
Are they nesting on that point off Pigeon Creek Park? Have they just arrived from the north, or do they live here year round?
Or, are these the ALCOA eagles, Liberty and Justice? The plant is about a mile downriver, near the tower and smokestack pictured here:
I'll probably never know. But here's a link to the ALCOA eagle website for your reading pleasure. You can also get to their eagle cam from here:
http://www.alcoa.com/locations/usa_davenport/en/info_page/eaglecam.asp
