Ferrara Wildlife Photography

Bald Eagle – A Burst Of Glory

A Burst Of Glory The speed of the undertaking was nothing less than meteoric as the feathered creature plummeted from the open sky toward a languishing, scaly target fixed isolated on the lake’s somber veneer. At death’s door, with its spawning role complete, the Kokanee Salmon held little life in its weary, spent body … for it, passing on would be a blessing. And so it was as the Bald Eagle’s steely talons hit the water’s surface with a violent force, grasping the dying fish and sending a mountain of moisture into the air. As the mighty predator’s momentum carried it forward, it surged heavenward on grandiose outstretched wings. What trailed behind was a burst of glory. From far above a sky-bound beast so rockets swiftly to the feast. As talons break the waterline they seize the flesh that’s gone supine. The eagle clutches matter gory but leaves behind a burst of glory. ~ Anecdote, poem and Bald Eagle capture, A Burst of Glory © Jerry L. Ferrara

Dark Intruder Dark Intruder in the skyPower through while feathers plyAre you on a treach’rous search?Absent from your lofty perchSome below are not awareThat danger lurks but in the air … and one of Nature’s apex predators, the Bald Eagle, goes in search of a salmon meal. ~ Poem and Bald Eagle capture, Dark Intruder © Jerry L. Ferrara

Outspread Outspread wings invite the air. Drag and lift do battle there. When feathers sing in harmony, the creature swims the sky so free. At the moment when it’s best, it spreads its plumes and comes to rest. ~ Poem and Bald Eagle capture, Outspread © Jerry L. Ferrara from the book, Wild North Idaho: Season of the Eagle

The Creature’s Steely Stare Idly the white-headed apex predator sat discreetly nestled in the verdant atmosphere of the forest’s upper canopy … and a gently falling sleet added tenor to the creature’s steely stare. Yesterday [12-15-24] we had twenty-five-plus Bald Eagle sightings within a thirty-minute period. It’s a never-tiring thrill to see these magnificent raptors. Catching this one in a quiet moment with the snow just topped the day. ~ Anecdote and Bald Eagle capture, The Creature’s Steely Stare © Jerry L. Ferrara

The Hunter’s Moon When Fall does dawn A quickening spawns For Winter’s grasp be soon It’s time to reap From forest and sweep Behold the hunter’s moon ~ Poem and Idaho Scenic capture, The Hunter’s Moon © Jerry L. Ferrara

Mighty Sprite I may be small, but don’t be fooled, for in my tiny frame, I pack a punch compared to some that puts them quite to shame.I roam the woods and forest breaks while constantly in search And from atop the highest stands I wait upon my perch. So when the mousy beasties dash across the open tract I rocket off my waiting post and there commit the act. It’s swift and sure and if my prey is larger than am I I have no doubt that I will take it up when I do fly. ~ Poem and Northern Pygmy Owl capture, Mighty Sprite © Jerry L. Ferrara

Gambol in the Snow The early morning mountain light sang a visual hymn that aroused the eye and inspired the soul. My lungs took captive the thin, crisp, icy air. It delivered a sharp pang to the chest that brought reality to my consciousness…a reminder of what it is to be alive. As daylight intensified, I continued along the slick and frozen alpine route and then it was I met a fellow trekker coming from the opposite direction. The Mountain Goat stood stock-still and full in the narrow slippery path. Normally, I would have moved to one side or the other to grant passage to the caprine creature. That wasn’t possible as any off-trail maneuver on my part would have surely resulted in disaster. And so the Mountain Goat and I stared at each other for what seemed an interminable period of time [they are very good at staring]. Suddenly the shaggy beast launched into a trot directly toward my position. At about twenty-five feet, the sure-footed goat broke from the path downslope and cavorted around me only to effortlessly return to the course and resume its leisurely and confident stride. What a show it was that the Mountain Goat […]

Idling in the Brume The early morning’s tenor was visually dense with moisture rising from the warm spring near the frozen lake’s elusive edge. Manifested in its own murky monotony, the simple scene seemed lifelessly uniform in visual presentation. It was the suffocatingly plain wall of whiteness that challenged the eye for detail. When a gentle zephyr thinned the misty veil, entities within the opaque haze were revealed … a flock of Whooper Swans idling in the brume. ~ Anecdote and Whooper Swans capture, Idling in the Brume © Jerry L. Ferrara, from the frozen edge of Lake Kussharo, Hokkaido, Japan.

A Scapegoat Oh hear the little girl in red It’s all about the things she’s said How wicked and how you are bad So really, really, really sad Those awful, spiteful, hateful lies Have twisted fact, yet truth belies Yes, you are a killer supreme So what does that point really mean? Your actions balance and bring wealth To Nature’s web it means great health You keep the herds and prey in check Why does that make you circumspect? Could it be mankind’s deep need To find a scapegoat for “his” deeds? ~ Poem and Timber Wolf capture, A Scapegoat © Jerry L. Ferrara

Happy Thanksgiving Late in posting … still in a food coma. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. ~ Anecdote and Wild Turkey capture, Happy Thanksgiving © Jerry L. Ferrara

SHOT FROM THE FILE

Bald Eagle – A Burst Of Glory

Bald Eagle – Dark Intruder

Bald Eagle – Outspread

Bald Eagle – The Creature’s Steely Stare

Idaho Scenic – The Hunter’s Moon

Northern Pygmy Owl – Mighty Sprite

Mountain Goat – Gambol in the Snow

Whooper Swans – Idling in the Brume

Timber Wolf – A Scapegoat

Wild Turkey – Happy Thanksgiving