ABE, American Bald Eagle
I finally shot a bald eagle! OK, wait. To clarify, I have been trying to get a photograph of an american bald eagle for years. And, technically, I have about a dozen or so crappy, out of focus and from too far away to count as a real picture shots of bald eagles. Even when I went to Alaska, I did not get a decent picture of this beloved bird.
Where did I shoot this one? Nevada. Ya, go figure. Apparently, we have quite a few, though. They like the kokanee salmon that spawn from Lake Tahoe through Thomas Creek. They like to feast in the fields in the spring after the cows and sheep give birth. They even like muddy, almost dry Washoe Lake State Park. Have I ever seen a bald eagle during any of the photo trips that I have done over the past ten years? Nope. I saw one once while playing golf. No camera, of course.
Today was my lucky day. And, by luck, I mean I have been stalking this huge bald bird for weeks and missing it. My husband, who doesn’t really take a lot of photos, sees the bird every day. He calls me from the truck on his way to work to tell me all about it. So, after many misses, I decided to leave for work a few minutes early and go the long way around the lake to get to my office. Nope, not Lake Tahoe but Washoe Lake, Nevada.
The weather has shifted and it was pretty cold this morning. The fog curled around the south end of the lake, even though the water in the lake is very low. It’s nearly dry, actually. The lighting was horrible and the fog kept coming in and covering me in grey. But, he was there. My bald eagle.
And, I got him.
I had to drive around and sneak up on him, trampling through the dirt and sagebrush in my work khakis. But, I got him. Oh, ya. I was totally late for work, too.
Worth it. I got my ABE.