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Dive-bombers

An adult bald eagle flies above Ruddy Lake

When a bald eagle is actively hunting waterfowl at Ridgefield, the ducks have two forms of escape: take to the skies, or dive under water. Their choice is often dictated by their body type, for most geese and dabbling ducks can take flight immediately while coots and diving ducks need to first build up speed by running across the water.

This bald eagle zeroed in on an American coot swimming in Ruddy Lake — the coot chose to dive. In the eagle’s talons you can see some grass from the marsh that it picked up on a previous attempt at the coot (and it clutched them throughout the attack).

An adult bald eagle strafes Ruddy Lake

An unsuccessful pass bled the eagle of its speed so it pumped its wings to regain height, come about, and dive-bomb the coot once more. It made multiple passes at the coot, trying to injure it with its talons or wear it out by forcing it to dive and swim repeatedly.

An adult bald eagle flies over Ruddy Lake

An adult bald eagle turns above Ruddy Lake

An adult bald eagle turns above Ruddy Lake

An adult bald eagle flies above Ruddy Lake

In the end the eagle was successful, it flared its tail feathers and lowered its legs on approach then delivered the fatal blow with its talons. In the last picture you can see the coot flipped upside down just behind the eagle. On the next pass the eagle picked up the lifeless bird and carried it back to its perch in the nearby trees.

An adult bald eagle strafes Ruddy Lake

An adult bald eagle strafes Ruddy Lake

An adult bald eagle strikes an American coot with its talons in Ruddy Lake

Woe To Us! We Are Ruined!

A young bald eagle flies over a marsh

Look! He advances like the clouds, his chariots come like a whirlwind, his horses are swifter than eagles. Woe to us! We are ruined!
Jeremiah 4:13

My Bible has a note that the Hebrew word for vulture was translated as eagle for this verse from Jeremiah. I did a little searching and apparently there’s a good bit of confusion surrounding the Hebrew words for these birds. There’s no confusion for the residents of Ridgefield, for nothing stirs up the marsh like an eagle on the hunt. This young eagle was one of a pair dive-bombing ducks in Rest Lake (they both came away empty-handed).

Disturbance

A young bald eagle takes to the skies

This young bald eagle was perched on a tree overlooking Canvasback Lake, watching the waterfowl below, when it suddenly took to the skies. Normally I would have liked more empty sky in the upper left corner of the picture but the eagle bolted with no warning, disturbed by the sharp retort of a shotgun blast, so I had no time to properly compose the shot. The birds aren’t normally so perturbed by the blasts, but I do prefer the off-days during duck hunting season, not because I have a problem with hunting per se but because I prefer the quiet.

An Almost Car for the Ages

A bald eagle perches on a dead tree in Long Lake

I’m at that age where I should be having a mid-life crisis, so in addition to my practical little hatchbacks I should be looking at a mid-life crisis car. My choice would be the same as any other man’s — a Volvo.

Ahem.

I’ve always had a soft spot for Volvos although I don’t know why. I’ve never owned one, and while we had one while I was a kid, we sold it before I was of driving age. But I’d occasionally see a beautiful little Volvo hatchback as I drove to work, and was vexed enough to want to know more, yet I never could get a good look at its nameplate. I searched Volvo’s website for hatchbacks but nothing came up, and even looked for it at the auto show in January but didn’t see it. Perhaps we just missed it at the end of a long day. But I discovered one in the neighborhood while walking Ellie and finally identified my mysterious beauty — the Volvo C30.

Volvo doesn’t call it a hatchback, even though it has a hatch in the back, but never mind. It’s not only still being made, it’s for sale here in the States and could be mine for the asking. Both inside and out I think the C30 is one of the prettiest cars on the road, at any price, and it’s quick but not at all fuel-efficient. So I think it qualifies as a mid-life crisis car, just with a Boolish twist. Not a sports car, but nevertheless a car for my heart and not my head.

But even that’s not quite true. This along with the Lexus CT would be two of the best cars for my commute, and would be comfortable for those winter and spring days at Ridgefield when I sit in the car for hour after hour, waiting for those lucky moments like this bald eagle at Long Lake. I’ve been taking our Civic to the refuge the past couple of months, mostly to see if I could tolerate a stick shift at the refuge, but I was caught off guard but how much less comfortable I was by the end of the day in the Civic compared to our Subaru. We’ve had both cars for about 12 years so it’s not as if they are new to me, but I guess I just haven’t spent long days in the Civic before.

If the C30 was available in all-wheel drive, I think my head would follow my heart on this one, but sadly it is not. Rumor has it the C30 is being discontinued in any event, so I suppose it’s a moot point.

The 2012 Volvo C30

It Turns Out, I Can Be Wrong

Two adult bald eagles perched in a tree

This bald eagle pair has been courting at Ridgefield each spring but I always assumed they nested elsewhere. Apparently not. I had never seen a bald eagle nest before — it was massive. The two youngsters rested while their parents kept a watchful eye from a nearby tree.

The young eagles looked pretty big, I suspect they’ll fledge soon, but I could be wrong. Again.

Two immature bald eagles sit in their nest

Two immature bald eagles sit in their nest