After the delightful success of yesterday I am back down at Spanish Banks for the low tide, looking for eagles. Maybe I'll get lucky and get some more really good close up shots of a juvenile bald eagle!
Hey . . . is this the same one as yesterday? Kind of looks like it by the colouring. It just sort of whizzes by though, so I don't get a chance for more shots.
I head out to my favourite sand bar, that forms out by the shipping channel in English Bay. It's a good half hour walk. As usual I keep my eyes open for any eagle sightings on my way out.
As I approach the sand bar I see another juvenile bald eagle, this is a different one for sure. It has much darker colouring and a completely different shape from the one I captured images of yesterday. Also it's head, I mean it has a totally different face. It will be easy to spot in the future!
It's quite skittish of me, as the other juvenile bald eagle from yesterday was. I pretend I am just walking past, but kind of skitter sideways - like a crab almost - keeping my head turned away. Maybe it won't notice that I'm actually getting closer. Hey man, I'll try anything! I've even walked towards an eagle backwards, spinning around at intervals to snap a shot.
This juvenile a slightly preoccupied with a fish in its claws.
Even still I can't get nearly as close as I'd like. It takes off, making its way down the sand bar (towards the west).
Forgive the graininess of this shot, the juvenile bald eagle really is a bit of a distance off. I just can't resist snapping a photo of the moment it makes a landing.
I don't have the heart to try to get close once more, because I just know I will end up making it fly. It should really get a chance to eat its lunch in peace. Besides, if I become too much of a pest the bald eagles will acclimate to being frightened of me and I don't want that. I want to come down and be able to sneak up reasonably close for some quality shots well into the future.
After a while I give up on hoping another eagle will land on the sand bar. The tide has turned anyway, I can see the water is coming back in. I head back to shore, but instead of walking the entire distance on the freshly exposed sand, I head directly to the beach nearest me (Spanish Banks West).
I've barely set foot on the path when something unusual in a low tree nearby catches my eye. Just like my baby bald eagle at the Jericho nest site (I'll going back in a few days, don't worry I haven't forgotten the little guy!), this juvenile bald eagle is sitting in a low branch of a small tree just above the path. Right on the edge of the beach.
This is the lightest-coloured one I have captured images of yet. The golden colours through me off a bit, various passers by stop to chat with me as I am taking photos and we discuss whether it's a golden or a bald eagle. It is, of course, a juvenile bald eagle. That is three distinct juveniles within a relatively small distance in one day! I'm so excited right now.
I love it when the bald eagles look right at me. I feel like I'm really interacting with nature.
Hmm, that's some pretty sharp eyeballs.
The ever-present pesky crow (or two, or three, or dozen).
Finally after a long time and many shots the juvenile bald eagles decides to go do something more interesting and takes off from the tree. Pretty good action shot!
The juvenile bald eagle has lifted off from the tree top, starts to pass over me. Again that sharp eyeball.
Kind of a weird angle, awkward shot as the eagle flies over me. I decide it's a female, for some completely unknown reason.
Well, it's been another great day for the camera during low tide at Spanish Banks in English Bay (Vancouver). I will be returning once again, to see what our lovely local wildlife has to offer.