Raindrops and Eagle Songs

I awoke at 7:00 am to the joyful dance of a soft, steady rain on the roof of my motor home, accompanied by the mystical, musical sound of a pair of bald eagles in the tall spruce trees on either side of my campsite.

If you have never had the privilege of listening to these majestic birds calling back and forth to each other in the wild, you should put it on your “Bucket List”. It’s an enchanting sound, and not a little intimidating when you are walking a small dog on a leash. A very short leash!

I’ve been watching and listening to this pair off and on for over a week. I’m not sure if they have a nest in the area, or if the Kenai River is just good hunting grounds. Needless to say, Ronni has not been on her favored 15’ Flexi-leash at this campground.

Living, even temporarily, pretty much “between the wings” of a pair of these feathered icons, I was impressed by the many and varied vocalizations. I’ve previously heard the piercing single-note of an eagle flying overhead, but this was my first experience of eagles conversing.

I wonder if they were exchanging pleasantries, or discussing the morning meal options?