Eagles on a windy morning in Seattle
I often look out to see Bald Eagles zooming around over Elliott Bay and especially over the area known as Interbay. My observations over recent months lead me to believe a pair of eagles are nesting nearby. Although I see them almost daily, it is rare to see them stop and give me an opportunity to grab the camera. This morning our weather is partly sunny, quite chilly at 39F, and a strong southerly wind.
The eagles must have decided to take a break in their search for breakfast.
I grabbed the camera and zoomed in as much as possible. The birds were hanging on tight near the top of a not-too-distant tree. Look at the wind lifting their feathers!
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Here's a zoomed out shot to show the overview. The tree must be about a quarter-mile away. |
In the grip of March's
embrace, under a partly sunny sky,
Where winds weave through
waking woods, the eagles fly high.
With regal poise and piercing
gaze, they scour the land below,
Masters of the air, in the
chill of dawn's early glow.
The trees, tall sentinels of
time, bear witness to their flight,
As the eagles, bold and free,
dance with the morning light.
Suddenly, a pause in their
aerial quest, a moment caught in time,
They land upon a lofty perch,
a scene sublime.
The wind, a playful adversary,
tugs at their feathered might,
Yet, they stand unyielded,
sovereigns of their height.
In the tempest's hold, their
feathers ruffled, yet they cling,
Majestic beings, in the face
of nature's testing swing.
This moment, a testament to
resilience, a break in their hunt,
A snapshot of survival, in the
morning's blustery front.
Eagles, emblem of strength,
against the March wind's roar,
A spectacle of grace, in the
wild's relentless chore.
So here they rest, atop the
world, a brief respite taken,
Before the wind's call urges
them, and they are once again awakened.
To continue their quest,
beneath the vast, embracing sky,
Eagles in the March morn,
where the brave spirits fly.
(I wrote up the story of my experience this morning and good luck with getting the pictures of the Bald Eagles. I gave the story to ChatGPT and asked it to create a poem about it. It answered with, "Certainly. I'd be happy to." and then continued with what you see above. Thank you, Chat!)
Thanks for stopping by and a happy March to all.