Ah, the majestic Bald Eagle, soaring regally through the clouds, bringing freedom and democracy, and sitting at a freshly-hayed field to eat dismembered voles. Yadda yadda yadda, Ben Franklin, turkeys, whatever…Lamenting of the Bald Eagle’s varied and practical diet has been done to death. I myself do not feel any letdown in watching these gorgeous birds earn their keep. …It reminds me of the caracaras!
We spotted this group Monday on the way out to Boundary Bay in an unsuccessful bid to find a rumoured population of black widows.
This one wasn’t taken at Boundary Bay, but rather at the Victoria Airport last week. Like the ones we spotted the other day, this eagle was grabbing injured or newly-exposed voles from a freshly-mowed field.
