Bald Eagle with Goldfish

April 1st was a nice day, so when I got home from my part-time job I decided to skip supper and spend some time outside with my camera. The male ring-necked duck was in our pond again so I slowly headed in that direction, trying to hide behind the trees as I approached. This duck is no fool and spotted the bumbling human before I got halfway to the pond. I have been trying to get a good photo of a ring-necked for the last few years so I was disappointed when he flew off.

I wasn't ready to give up so I headed for our small marsh, walked the short incline to the dike and was again disappointed to see there were no ducks in sight. I stayed on the dike for another 30 minutes watching flocks of tundra swans fly overhead and trying to get some flight shots. It was beautiful watching them in the setting sunlight but the photo opportunities just weren't there so I headed back to the house to finally get some supper. I was in the backyard when I saw more swans coming in my direction so I aimed my camera at a section of blue sky, put my eye to the viewfinder and waited for them to fly into view. I forgot all about the swans when Keetie, my guinea fowl and constant companion, started screaming his alarm call just behind where I was standing. I looked away from my camera just in time to see this immature bald eagle fly into our willow tree carrying a large goldfish. The eagle spotted me and immediately flew away but not before I got a couple photos---not the best photos, but what a thrill it was to watch this eagle fly in with a bright orange fish!

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