On getting up this morning here in Lévis, I watched a bald eagle floating majestically by the house and out over the Saint Lawrence River, soaring effortlessly on the SW wind, angling this way and that.
With a wingspan of 2.3 metres (7.5 feet), it was simply huge.
Apparently, bald eagles nest on a cliff face downstream from here, in Beaumont, on the South Shore opposite Île d’Orléans.
I doubt the eagle was actually hunting, because kittens, rabbits and mice are either indoors this morning, or burrowing beneath the snow. At dawn the air temperature was -21°C and the wind chill -28°C (-5°F and -18°F). We had a fresh fall of snow last night. The light is just gorgeous.
I couldn’t help feeling the eagle was out for some exercise, yawing, pitching, nosing up and down, watching intently. Maybe something dead or weakened would turn up.
Truly something to behold.
