No, this is not Izzy. Our resident Lake Morton eagle who so delighted us with photo-ops last year did not return this season.
Instead, there’s a new kid on the block.
He’s most likely a male, smaller & probably younger than Isabelle, less experienced as a hunter but every bit as determined. And, like Izzy, there’s just one thing on his mind…
Will, Ron, Debbie, Andrew and myself – “The Lakeland Photo-Gang,” as someone dubbed us – can usually be seen pacing the lake each morning, waiting for his arrival.
And make no mistake, this apex raptor with 7000 feathers and a wingspan of 6-7 feet ascends to his throne with all the pomp and majesty of the Sun King himself.
First order of business upon landing is to toot horns and bang on the kettle drum. This is HIS territory now: competitors keep your distance, plump maidens say your prayers!
To witness the launch of this heat-seeking missile is a heart-thumping moment of mystical proportions tempered only by the knowledge that for the eagle to live, something has to die.
Somewhere across the lake a bird with an eagle-eyed laser beam targeted on his back is nibbling his last leafy tidbit, quacking one final retort to his buddies, wondering to no avail how to sneak that pretty lady off into the bushes.
… I Conquered.
Yes, a majestic predator indeed, who gratuitously treats us almost daily to a splendid intrusion of the miraculous!
Le Roi Soleil
Did I let slip a reference to the ‘Sun King’ earlier? Maybe that’s it, his new name: Louis XIV.
After all, there is a slight resemblance, eh?