The tide was low today as I drove to Deas Island Park. Mudbanks in the river were exposed and three juvenile bald eagles high in the cottonwoods eyed the muck for signs of anything edible.
Two of the young baldies seemd to have paired off; the other was not allowed too close. eventually he left to lazily circle the wake of a tug and barge – they have been know to stir up interesting delicacies.
It must have been a week since I was at the park last and new signs of spring were all around. The first sign was pale daisies in the grass. Not showy as yet, but another of my favourites.
further along I spotted the first salmonberry flower, magenta agains the dull cane. no leaves yet.
Then, in the slough, I noticed the skunk cabbages had pushed their way through the thick layer of dead leaves. I had not expected to see them yet with the weather still being unseasonably cold but there they were, vivid green agianst the dead brown leaves.
The hawk, probably a red tail, was in his usual area. Silence fell as he flew in. Other birds and tiny creatures made themselves scarce. All I could hear was the distant roar of traffic and an airplane high overhead. Then a kamikaze chickadee began to chitter away noisily as he flitted from branch to branch right below the hawk. Was he too close to be prey? Could the hawk not see immediately below himself?
As I left the park the lone young sentry bald eagle on duty watched me drive away, turning his head momentarily from studying the mud bank cafeteria.