The Eagle Nest – 2021

Sitting on the Nest two weeks ago

If you hadn’t heard what happened to the bald eagle pair tending this year’s nest at the Tualatin River Wildlife Refuge, the pair I’ve mentioned several times in the last few months (A Pair of Eagles),   I apologize for bringing bad news. Many of us have been following the nest this spring and hoping to see  hungry eaglets Sadly, the wild winds of last Tuesday morning sent the tall fir tree, along with the eagle’s nest, into the river.

I was compelled to go see the damage this morning and was able to talk to a woman who had been watching when the incident happened. I also read an account by a photographer who had been there.

Both witnesses said that the tree fell very quickly and that the distraught parents circled again and again above the spot, obviously in shock and confusion.

The woman I spoke to this morning said she has only seen one eagle in the last few days. As I left the refuge I saw one eagle in the top of the huge oak tree near the visitor center.

It’s a sad outcome for this year’s eagles at the refuge, but those parents are big, strong, beautiful birds – and there is next year.  it is still springtime, it is still the season of hope, the season of growth, and a time for renewal. There is much to love about this time of year.

 

Eagle’s Nest

Spring is here!

Trillium are blooming..

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I heard dozens of Red-winged Blackbird this morning at the wildlife refuge.

That’s all the proof I need.

 

 

But what I’ve really been waiting for, since I first saw the

Bald Eagle pair in late January,  (A Pair of Eagles)

was a sign that they are nesting. I could hardly wait to find out this morning. There she was, sitting high in a tree across the river, safe from human traffic. A Bald Eagle’s nest can be eight feet wide and weigh as much as a ton. In Alaska they have been known to get much bigger and weigh up to two or three tons. Sitting at the very top of a tall tree, as this one is, makes them an engineering marvel, but most bird nests are.

 

That white head barely showing above the nest is everything I hoped to see.

Next time I go to the refuge I’ll be checking out the half-chewed tree below to see if the Beaver came back to finish the job.