Triplet Eaglets, Twin Colts, and Septuplet Ducklets
In case you haven't heard, spring is the season for babies.
Here at Peterson Bay Field Station, a pair of bald eagles is accomplishing an incredible feat: they are raising triplets!
|The broken crown of a seaside spruce makes an ideal platform.|
Even better, you won't want to miss this video of both parents and all three eaglets sharing a meal at the nest!
I'm taking photos every day to mark their progress. To the eagle experts out there: any idea how old these chicks might be?
On the Lost and Found Lake Loop Trail, which winds through a mile-and-a-half of Lutz spruce forest, I found the sign of an American robin's reproduction: the cracked shells of two sky-blue eggs.
|A proud mom or a heartbroken orphaner?|
I don't know if the eggs hatched or were pilfered by raven or raccoon.
On my day off here in Homer, I circumnavigated Beluga Slough through questionable tides, estuarine mud, and private property.
|Kenai Mountains in the background.|
|Kachemak Bay on the horizon.|
|Pendulous bills make for good shoveling.|
|I've never seen such an enormous hoof print. Moose were probably watching me follow their trail.|
Further along, I discovered septuplet ducklets. Their species eluded me at first. Mallards have orange bills; green-winged teal have dark faces; gadwalls aren't common here.
|What nice eyeliner you have. I always go for down-turned wings, too.|
|Is that a peek of blue speculum I spy?|
But with enough patience and photographs, I got a look at her blue speculum, and I believe she is simply a dark-billed mallard mama.
|Ahh, blue indeed!|
On my walk home, I got a much closer view of a mother mallard with only two ducklings. She had a dark bill and a brilliant blue speculum, confirming my identification.
I'll give you this one. A baby crane is called a colt!