10/18/2026
January 2021. Just outside Moab, Utah. And I had absolutely no idea how lucky I was.
I was very new to bird photography, and that winter there seemed to be bald eagles everywhere in Colorado and Utah. Having no frame of reference, I assumed this was normal. Surely every winter would be like this, right?
😂
I spotted this beautiful young bald eagle perched in a tree in the middle of a cow pasture. So naturally, I started trudging through the field, trying to get close enough for a photograph, not yet understanding the social graces between beauty and beast (make your own deductions there…)
And here’s the part that makes me laugh now. She let me.
She kept a curious eye on me, but never seemed particularly bothered by my presence. I spent a good 20 minutes photographing her before she finally decided she’d had enough of me and took flight.
And off I went, thinking, “I’ll come back tomorrow.”
TOMORROW. 😂
Oh, the blissful ignorance of a beginning bird photographer.
Five years later, I’ve upgraded my lens, my tripod, and my Photoshop skills (sort of 😂). I’ve learned a whole lot about bald eagles, including that this beauty was a subadult, a term I didn’t even know existed at the time.
And yet, I still come back to this photograph. It’s one of my favorites.
She’s fully grown now, if she has survived, and has a magnificent white head and tail. I could pass her in the wild today and never know it was her.
But I’ll always remember her.
And I’ll always remember that January afternoon, standing in a cow pasture outside Moab, completely unaware of just how extraordinary the moment was.
I keep seeing the forecast for this winter and anticipation of super El Niño and it’s really pi***ng me off. I can’t decide if it’s gonna be feast or famine where I am, but I remain hopeful. 🦅🦅
Canon USA R5, RF 800mm, f/11, 1/6400 sec, ISO 1600
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