More Summer Eagles

I talked before about the local eagles here where the north meets the west branch of the Susquehanna River, and shared a few pictures with you. But I should tell you also about the eagles of Pine Creek. Brian and I took a long day this August to retrace some of the steps from my old stomping grounds back in the mid 80’s through the 90’s when I spend a lot of time hiking trails like “The Black Forrest Trail” near Slate Run. There were others, The Mid State Trail, the Donut Hole, the Susquehannock, the Loyalsock, but the woods of north central Pennsylvania are wide and one day is not enough. But I wanted to give Brian a taste of what I was missing.

On the way up we detoured east up Little Pine to the state park of the same name. It’s got a lovely camp ground near the dam that brings back some old memories. But just above the lake, behind the parking lot Brian spotted something flying above the ridge. Sure enough it was an juvenile Bald Eagle, and in the same frame through the binoculars we spotted an adult, or at least a four year old with white head and tail. The Juvie soon dropped below the ridge on the other side, but the adult glided downward and landed in a large pine with another adult eagle just below the summit.

Of course we pulled the scope out and set up the tripod to stay a while and watch. It was late morning, near noon and they were just content to sit in their perch and preen. It occurred to me that neither of us would have noticed them had we not seen them in the sky first, so well camouflaged was their resting place among all that green. A couple of ladies were getting into their car, and being the evangelist that I am (or birdvangalist?) I smiled and pointed, hoping to invite them for a look. They just smiled back weakly and climbed into their car. Maybe they suspected something fishy, some wild ploy to entice them near enough for us to toss them into the back of the explorer and speed away. The lake was pretty much abandoned except for an old couple under the pavilion nearby grilling lunch. Who can blame them for being careful. I would think my big floppy bird hat would have made me look innocent if not downright goofy, nothing to be afraid of. Hell, I’m only five foot six, and not an imposing figure. Besides we were not the predators. We were just out looking for predators. Ah well… another moment of shared-joy and new experience with nature lost to the fears of human nature.

We watched the pair (eagles, not the ladies driving away) for a while, but the juvenile never did show his dark feathered face again. I wondered if these were the offspring of the eagles I had seen here years ago in the pine trees across the man-made lake. We packed up our gear and drove back down to route 144 and continued north toward Slate Run. I wanted to take Brian to the spot where Jim and I camped back in the summer of 85 at the begining of the Black Forrest Trail loop. There above our “watering hole” I looked up and fell in love for the first time… with a hawk. A big beautiful red tailed was doing circles, perhaps he’d found a thermal rising off the rocks above the stream on the far bank, or perhaps he was just eyeing a squirrel in the tree tops, but I was entranced with his grace and powerful beauty.

It was that experience that sent me to the library in Lock Haven to look up Hawks indidgenous to Pennsylvania. I was not quite 18 years of age, but I was shocked at what I was missing, how many birds of prey lived in my home state of Pennsylvania! They were all around me, in all kinds of habitat.  There were acciptiers and beuteos and falcons, eagles of various kinds and a couple who seemed in classes by themselves, the harrier and the osprey. I was hooked.

So Brian hiked a bit with me. We found the feathered remains of something large, perhaps a small bird of prey taken by a great horned owl? I wasn’t sure, but the feathers were too small for turkey, the wrong stripes for grouse and too large and striped for any largish bird like a crow. All that was left was wing and tallon and feathers everywhere. Just below that knoll was the stream where I told him my story, showed him the rocks Jim, Dave and I used to layout on to relax in the afternoon sun. The “watering hole” that you couldn’t drink from, but the flyfishermen loved, and the secret spots where we used the stream as our refridgerator, under the rocks, all still there after all these years. He dipped his feet in and sat with me for a while. And I was happy to see in his smile the same spell that had captured me at Slate Run. It was now something we shared.

But before all of that we had stopped at Wolf’s General Store where I had first met the owners years ago after they had moved from “the city.” Now, more than twenty years later, the store was as well kept as ever, but up for sale. I chatted with the lady who looked like she hadn’t aged more than a few years and bought a new copy of the Black Forrest Trail Map. She warned me that they were not as cheap as they were back then. No kidding! 26 dollars! Sheese, I think I still have my first paper map of black forrest with a sticker of 3.95 on it. But the new map is sleeker and will hold up better under damp conditions, pretty pictures, all that. Unfortunately one of the best (and hardest) parts of the trail, the switchback above the road that leads to some beatiful rock outcroppings and vistas has been rerouted. Private land dispute by the looks of it.

Anyway, just before Slate Run and the store as we rolled down the valley road, I was looking down at Pine Creek and saw a large adulte bald flying upstream right toward us. “Look! Did you see that?” Brian didn’t see it until we came from behind the trees along the bank. We turned, stopped on the bridge and watched her fly away, then slowly circle back as if she knew how hungry we were for a good look. At the store they said that the eagles are there all the time, nesting somewhere near the Ceder Run in upstream.

I remember being excited back in the nineties about talk of an eagle’s nest sighted up near Blackwell. Back then it was a rare thing, and and exciting prospect that the great birds were returning from their endangered state. Now, we see those magnificent creatures every week on the river here near our home and in various new haunts they have made for themselves across Penn’s Woods.

If you are from Pennsylvania and haven’t seen them, or if you are just passing through, for god’s sake look up!

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Doug says:

    The first close look I have had of a young, red tailed hawk was only about a month ago, when I was shooting photos at our old fort, just across the river from the downtown. I tried to get closer, but he flew away. I’m glad I had the telephoto lens, I was able to get a couple of nice shots.


  2. sonofwalt says:

    Hey, if you posted those shots, send me the link, Doug. I would love to see them!

    And thanks for taking the time to follow me here and read.


  3. intelliwench says:

    You’d have liked the birding in Puerto Rico — I was quite surprised to see a red tailed hawk outside my hotel window in San Juan!


  4. sonofwalt says:

    Oh, absolutely. I try to work a little birding into whatever trips I take. I wasn’t aware of red tailed hawks there in San Juan either, but how cool to see that!


  5. Vincent says:

    Saw a plain ole Buzzard when I was out running yesterday, she lifted off an old stone wall and glided up the hill low over the field, and perched on a stone gate post. As ever made me think of you…xx


  6. sonofwalt says:

    I remember when we saw the Peregrine Falcons at the quarry behind Scrabbo Tower. Interesting that I saw those and small falcon along the cliffs in the north (your David got a picture of it, but I am not sure what manner of falcon it was), but I haven’t seen your common Buzzard while with you there on the Emerald Isle.

    Or did I? Let’s tell Brian no, so that we have one more reason to come back. Actually on the next trip we need to plan it around the birding times on Rathlin Island.

    Now, am I right in saying that your Buzzard is a buteo much like our Red Tailed Hawk? Let’s look that up…


  7. bevson says:

    Even though eagles are much more common now, it is still thrilling to see them fly by. They are often around up here in North Jersey.


  8. sonofwalt says:

    It is amazing really, like witnessing something truly holy, and very powerful. Thanks for commenting, Bev.


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