“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles.
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,” answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.
~ J. R. R. Tolkien, The Annotated Hobbit: The Hobbit, Or, There and Back Again
I can’t believe I forgot The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings trilogy when I was listing books yesterday! Today, of course, is the release date for The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. I’m going to be patient and wait to see it because we might be able to catch it at an IMAX theater over the holidays. Patience is not easy. I’m the nerd who went to see the marathon showing of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy when the third film came out. It started at 1:00 in the afternoon, and ended around 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. That was a lot of sitting! Thankfully there were breaks.
But I didn’t come here to post about movies today. I want to tell you about the amazing display I saw this morning. Three Bald Eagles were soaring over the meadow and the woods at the front of the property, chattering and whistling at each other. I spent about an hour watching them. Most of the time they were not within range of my camera’s capabilities to capture them well (hence, the blurry pictures).
At one point, a couple of ravens went after one of the eagles, chasing it out of its territory. It was funny to watch as the smaller birds chased the big one.
I also saw an assortment of other birds, too. They must be enjoying the sunny day as much as I am.
There were plenty of Turkey Vultures riding the thermals.
I saw a variety of little birds too. I’m dreadful at identifying most birds. If you have names for them and want to pass them on, please do so. Otherwise, I may have to start making stuff up. I’m kidding. But Little Bird is getting tired of me calling all of the little birds Little Bird.
Naming things is always implicitly categorizing and therefore collecting them, attempting to own them; and because man is a highly acquisitive creature, brainwashed by most modern societies into believing that the act of acquisition is more enjoyable than the fact of having acquired, that getting beats got, mere names and the objects they are tied to soon become stale. There is a constant need, or compulsion, to seek new objects and names — in the context of nature, new species and experiences. Everyday ones grow mute with familiarity, so known they become unknown. And not only in nature: only fools think our attitude to our fellow-men is a thing distinct from our attitude to ‘lesser’ life on this planet.
~ John Fowles, The Tree
I just finished reading The Tree, John Fowles essay on art and nature. It was an interesting read. Fowles opines that the naming of things leads to a separation between us and all that is nature, that it “destroys or curtails certain possibilities of seeing, apprehending, and experiencing.”
If you fancy yourself a naturalist and/or lover of nature, or even if you don’t, I highly recommend the book. It’s less than 100 pages. I thought I’d finish it in a day, but it took me about a week because I had to frequently stop and ruminate on what I’d read.
As long as nature is seen as in some way outside us, frontiered and foreign, separate, it is lost both to us and in us. The two natures, private and public, human and non-human, cannot be divorced; any more than nature, or life itself, can ever be truly understood vicariously, solely through other people’s eyes and knowledge.
~ John Fowles
So maybe it’s a good thing that I don’t spend too much time worrying over the names and labels. I’m happy just getting to know what’s out there on the Wabi-Sabi Ranch. I tend to forget names easily, anyhow.
That should do it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch for today. Thank you for visiting, and going on a little bird-watching walk with me. The birds are friendly around here, although there are still quite a few shy gals and guys hiding in the woods and thickets. The Cardinals, as usual, refuse to pose for the camera, but that’s okay. They’ll come around eventually.
M and I were supposed to visit with friends in Annapolis this weekend, but our plans changed and we’ll be staying home. It’s just as well. We have a lot to do around the house and property. Saturday will be indoor work since there’s rain in the forecast. Sunday we might drive out to the special place we didn’t get to visit last weekend. How about you? Do you have any plans for the weekend?
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be! And have a great weekend. 🙂
11 thoughts on “Three eagles”
ahhhh… birds of a feather flock together, dear Robin red cheeks!
Do you really need their names? Song Sparrow is the first one (before the bluebirds). They do sing beautifully! Little bird II is turned wrong, so no guess other than another sparrow. The next is a junco….the cheeky fellow with the crest is a Tufted Titmouse. If you find one following you while you walk, whistle back to him…he’ll be your friend. The last one will have to go to someone else…he has no relatives in my neck of the woods!
The eagles are wonderful…not sure I’d have gotten a single photo for staring in awe 🙂
What an inspirational and wide ranging blog post. Loved the images, the recommendations (something for the Christmas list!) and the details.
That beautiful mockingbird must be very happy because you gave him snow!!! Beautiful, Robin! 🙂
I recognized the junco and titmouse…as did gardenfreshtomatoes…but I must live near her/him because that last one isn’t around here either!
What great photos you got of the eagles, Robin. Interesting that you had a group of 3 flying together as we so often see here. So fun to listen to them and watch them. Wonderful photos of the other birds, too. They look like they enjoy your company 😉 Best wishes, WG
LOVE this post! How wonderful it must have been to watch those eagles. I would have been standing along side you enjoying that show for as long as it lasted if I had been there! The sparrows, juncos and titmouses (titmice?) I recognized, as well as your mockingbird. The one with the yellow is a bit of a puzzle. I looked on my bird i.d. site; my best guess is a pine siskin or a female yellow rumped warbler. Don’t you just love birdnames?
Your eagles look so much like the Brahminy Kites that I often see soaring through the skies above our valley Robin. Don’t the large birds look magnificent when they soar? I try to imaging what the earth must look like from way up there and how it must feel to soar the way they do. Doesn’t everyone call their bird visitors whatever springs to mind? Your little birds are such cuties, in fact, that’s what I call my little Noisy Miner visitors, Cuties. The Rainbow Lorikeets are my Pretties, and my Magpie friends are usually “Magster”. It’s all fun. (My daughter calls me The Crazy Bird Lady!) 🙂
Robin, your eagles are lovely. How wonderful to be able to photograph them! I love when they fly overhead, especially when one has just felt a deeply spiritual truth. Then it feels like deep resonance with the Universe. Thank you for this.
Beautiful photos of your feathered friends!
Thank you so much for all of your lovely comments. Sorry it took me so long to respond. I seem to be forever in the State of Behind or the Realm of Catching Up. 😀