Regal Eagle at the Deli

Sometimes when I drive by this tree at the side of the estuary, it is loaded with bald eagles, decorating it like so many Christmas tree ornaments.

Today there was only one eagle — an immature one at that. The rest were busy foraging below the tree  and up the river mouth at the Regal Eagle Deli. The last putrefied chum salmon lie like wet paper towels on the banks, exposed by the dropping tide.

Perhaps this one had eaten his fill and couldn’t stomach one more mouthful of rotten fish.

“Oh rats!” he says. “Another bird watcher.”

“I’ll give her my Exorcist pose – body facing one way, head looking the other. That’ll confuse her so she won’t know which is front or back.”

“Now, where was I? Oh yeah … urp … trying to digest that disgusting fermenting fish.”

Regal eagle looks for food, 

Fish again? Not in the mood.

Chilly air, he shivers high

In the tree so he can spy

Rotten fish washed up below.

Better eat in case of snow.

Leaner times around the bend,

Need to eat or life could end.

Though he’d like fish still alive

Choosy eagles don’t survive.

62 thoughts on “Regal Eagle at the Deli

  1. When my little Ivy returns from the doggie spa she looks like a main course for the local eagles. I keep a sharp eye on her while we walk the neighborhood. Love your poem Anneli and I can certainly understand the eagles wishing for a little variety in their daily caloric intake.

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    • We usually have eagles nesting nearby and in a way it’s nice to see them but the downside is I have to watch out for the dogs (Emma anyway, where she’s smallish) and the other thing is the constant shrieking once the young are hatched. It goes on from morning to night.


  2. Very cool zoomed in photos. To see an eagle would be a rare treat for me. I haven’t even seen any at my dad’s ranch in Wisconsin. One time I saw a pair of them at the lake in our subdivision when we lived in Florida. I was able to get photos of them, and I still marvel that I actually got to see eagles in person in the wild. I can’t imagine it being an every day occurrence with them filling up the branches of a tree.

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  3. I liked this bird’s eye view of an immature eagle. I loved the poem, too.
    The ending made me sad, thinking these proud birds have to settle for rotting fish if they want to make it through the winter’s cold months.

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