This is Spirit, a bald eagle in residence at Boyd’s Hill Nature Preserve.
This is Spirit’s (infertile) egg.
I don’t know about you, but I’d never seen a bald eagle egg before. We just happened to be there when this one showed up. I guess if I kept a life-egg list, this would be one for the books.
Here’s a close-up of Spirit.
I’m pretty sure Vicki took this last picture, since she was able to go inside the cage. On the others, I took some and she took some, and I didn’t keep track of which was which. But you should go see definite Vicki-pictures on her blog, where she recounts Spirit’s surgery to set a broken leg, with a follow-up happy-ending recovery post.
I added the note about the happy ending, in case you’re like me, and don’t like the suspense of worrying about the fate of a truly noble bird. I couldn’t bear to think that she wouldn’t recover, despite her age, when I’d just seen her a few days before.
Be well, Spirit.
Update: And now, sadly, a not-so-happy post on Vicki’s blog: Linky Goodness, for better and worse. I can’t write any more right now, as Vicki’s comment took me by surprise and her post greatly saddened me. I have only a passing acquaintance with Spirit, but that was enough to forge a bond; I can only imagine the worry that those who have known her longer and love her deeply must feel. I hold her in my heart, and hope you will, too.
One final statement from my original post remains true:
Thank you to rehabbers everywhere.