I wanna throw it on the grill smothered with BBQ sauce.
Bald Eagle Nest Live Feed
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I've been watching this live feed every day. So interesting to watch the eaglet grow and mature. I can tell it's nearing the point of its first flight. It flexes it wings more and ventures closer to the edges of the nest. But it know to not get too close, even when left along. I really hope I get to see it take that first flight. Noticed this morning that the mother knows when the piece of meat it is about to feed the baby is too large. She will then pull away and eat it herself. Very educational stuff!
It already looks like it's grown a lot! Clumsy lil thing haha...
This is what to expect when the time nears for the eaglet to take its first flight. I thought it was interesting how the parent gets the eagle to fly by sort of starving it until it just HAS to jump out to get some food.
First Flights (1970, Frances Hamerstrom)
Down is gradually replaced by feathers, while the eaglets grow still stronger. And then finally, an important moment arrives.
The.....EAGLET WAS now alone in the nest. Each time a parent came flying in to toward the nest he called for food eagerly; but over and over again, it came with empty feet, and the eaglet grew thinner. He pulled meat scraps from the old dry-up carcasses lying around the nest. he watched a sluggish carrion beetle, picked it up gingerly, and ate it. His first kill.
Days passed, and as he lost body fat be became quicker in his movements and paddled ever more lightly when the wind blew, scarcely touching the nest edge; from time to time he was airborne for a moment or two.
Parents often flew past and sometimes fed him. Beating his wings and teetering on the edge of the nest, he screamed for food whenever one flew by. And a parent often flew past just out of reach, carrying delectable meals: a half-grown jack rabbit or a plump rat raided from a dump. Although he was hungry almost all the time, he was becoming more playful as he lost his baby fat; sometimes, when no parent bird was in sight, he pounced ferociously on a scrap of prairie dog skin or on old bits of dried bone.
The male eaglet stayed by himself for the most part. He was no longer brooded at night. Hunger and the cold mountain nights were having their effect, not only on his body but on his disposition. A late frost hit the valley, and a night wind ruffled his feathers and chilled his body. When the sunlight reached the eyrie's (the brood in a nest of a bird of prey) edge, he sought its warmth; and soon, again, he was bounding in the wind, now light and firm-muscled.
A parent flew by, downwind, dangling a young marmot in its feet. The eaglet almost lost his balance in his eagerness for food. Then the parent swung by again, closer, upwind, and riding the updraft by the eyrie, as though daring him to fly. Lifted light by the wind, he was airborne, flying--or more gliding--for the first time in his life. He sailed across the valley to make a scrambling, almost tumbling landing on a bare knoll. As he turned to get his bearings the parent dropped the young marmot nearby. Half running, half flying he pounced on it, mantled, and ate his fill.
First Flights (1970, Frances Hamerstrom)
Down is gradually replaced by feathers, while the eaglets grow still stronger. And then finally, an important moment arrives.
The.....EAGLET WAS now alone in the nest. Each time a parent came flying in to toward the nest he called for food eagerly; but over and over again, it came with empty feet, and the eaglet grew thinner. He pulled meat scraps from the old dry-up carcasses lying around the nest. he watched a sluggish carrion beetle, picked it up gingerly, and ate it. His first kill.
Days passed, and as he lost body fat be became quicker in his movements and paddled ever more lightly when the wind blew, scarcely touching the nest edge; from time to time he was airborne for a moment or two.
Parents often flew past and sometimes fed him. Beating his wings and teetering on the edge of the nest, he screamed for food whenever one flew by. And a parent often flew past just out of reach, carrying delectable meals: a half-grown jack rabbit or a plump rat raided from a dump. Although he was hungry almost all the time, he was becoming more playful as he lost his baby fat; sometimes, when no parent bird was in sight, he pounced ferociously on a scrap of prairie dog skin or on old bits of dried bone.
The male eaglet stayed by himself for the most part. He was no longer brooded at night. Hunger and the cold mountain nights were having their effect, not only on his body but on his disposition. A late frost hit the valley, and a night wind ruffled his feathers and chilled his body. When the sunlight reached the eyrie's (the brood in a nest of a bird of prey) edge, he sought its warmth; and soon, again, he was bounding in the wind, now light and firm-muscled.
A parent flew by, downwind, dangling a young marmot in its feet. The eaglet almost lost his balance in his eagerness for food. Then the parent swung by again, closer, upwind, and riding the updraft by the eyrie, as though daring him to fly. Lifted light by the wind, he was airborne, flying--or more gliding--for the first time in his life. He sailed across the valley to make a scrambling, almost tumbling landing on a bare knoll. As he turned to get his bearings the parent dropped the young marmot nearby. Half running, half flying he pounced on it, mantled, and ate his fill.
^^^^ Thats a cool journal entry because you can see a lot of those things happening now. It looks like pretty much all of the down feathers are gone, rarely do I ever see the parents in the nest anymore (even at night), he seems to spend a lot of time standing close to the edge of the nest now, still a little awkward and clumsy maybe but I think first flight time is coming soon. Its been fun to see how quickly the bird has grown in the last month.
I watch daily as well. It is very near to its first flight, spending more and more time in the nest on its own.
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