Day Three: The way home

January 1, 2009

Happy New Year! We started it...asleep. Ed and I sacked it in, we were tired and had enjoyed everything. The next morning started the long drive home.

Our campsite. Ed and I really enjoyed ourself here. We had everything we wanted, all we needed to bring were our linens and our food. When we finished we enjoyed coming back. It had everything we needed. In the RV we had a microwave, a stove and oven, shower, three beds, and Dish network. The relaxation was worth every penny.

Ed and I in our normal place. We spent the time we weren't outside reading and working on this blog. I usually spent my time to the right on the sofa, dozing off while watching a movie.










We left around 10, deciding to stop in Memphis to go to a resturant Ed went to while the Pearl River band was on its way to Chicago. We had a good drive and took our time. After about 3 hours we finally were out of the Ozarks and were on the plains of east Arkansas, on our way to Memphis. We saw a perigrine falcon on a telephone wire on the way. Interesting sight. Then a mile down we saw two merlins. This started a trend. We saw a raptor at least every mile or two, culimating with three merlins circling a field. We saw a total of 5 harriers, 4 merlins, 2 Cooper's hawks, 1 perigrine and a kestrel. We were numbed with the sight.

We started thinking about it. This area has thousands of acres in corn and hay. It was probably harvested in October, but anyone who knows harvesting knows you leave a residual in the field. Thousands of acres of residual corn brings an untold number of rodents and other small grain feeders. The rodents brings.... predators. Along with the raptors I bet there were hundreds of snakes out there in the fields.

I started thinking; I could have just driven by these fields, or any field and seen all the raptors we wanted. Then again, the trip was not just about watching the raptors but the experience as well. If we didn't go we wouldn't have had the peace that only comes from a clear morning alone in the woods watching for signs of eagles or hawks. We would have missed the best ice cream I've ever had. And we never would have seen the female bald eagle in all her glory. No, the trip was great. I wouldn't have missed it.

Postmortum:
Macaroni is stashed away with more totems now, ready for us to pick it up again and go raptorwatching again. We did what we wanted to, found an eagle in the wild, saw her take to wing. It was great.

Other things too; going to get pizza at a place called Art's, toasting marshmellos and showing Ed how I liked them burned to a crisp, watching the birds gather around our deck as we started to leave, looking for scraps. It'll take a while to unwind all the fun that we had. During the entire tiring trip it was nothing but fun. Plus, it was educational. We enjoyed every minute of it.

Day Two: More of the same

Wednesday, Dec 31st

With the finding of the bald eagle yesterday it meant that Ed and I didn't have to try to press looking for another eagle, but we still wanted to go look for other predators. We heard great northern owls during the night and knew other raptors were around. An osprey had been spotted near our camp, so there was more to find. This morning we went hiking near the foot of the dam, and went all the way back downriver as far as White Spring. It was 20 degrees and very brisk, but Ed and I enjoyed it. The wind was another matter. It was blowing about 20-30 miles an hour and we were hooded up.


Ed getting bundled up. There temp was like yesterday but the wind was kicking up. It was making us cinch up.













Me getting my jollies putting my hand in the water. I was suprised, it wasn't as cold as I thought it was going to be. Maybe because of the water coming the dam generators. Anyway, not as bad as I thought.














After a 2 mile walk downriver from the dam we found another treasure. Right there, in the trees, another raptor, watching another fisherman. See it? Don't worry, we didn't either. We were scanning along with our field glasses and only saw it when he moved. It was....














....A Cooper's hawk. Looked like a male from the markings. He was a fair sized hawk, guessing about 5-10 pounds and around 18 inches max. He was gazing the river watching for his morning meal. He sat on that limb for about 30 minutes, until he took off, distrurbed by a fishing boat that got too close to him. He went into the trees and disappeared. His markings were so good that even though I followed him in I still couldn't find him.








White Springs. This feeds into Bull Shoals lake, interestingly enough, right from the rocks. What you see is the start of the spring. Where the spring comes from the bottom of the picture is not another stream, but.....








...right out of the rocks. The stream is fed from somewhere up the mountain, and this is where it comes out. You could drink out of this if you wanted to. I wasn't thisty, though :).

At this time Ed and I were finished for the day. It was a great time, we were successful. We had our eagle yesterday and a fine Cooper's hawk today. We decided to break camp again and went to the visitor's center to see if we could use their Internet, but it was down again. It didn't matter though. It was a beautiful day and the view from the center was great.





The view of the dam from the visitors center. During the day the cement heats up and creates a thermal that the vultures use to start climbing. In the afternoon there were a hundred vultures circling, rising on the thermals.











The circling vultures. They made quite a picture.

By this time Ed and I were done. We tried to get to the other side of the lake to find the eagles nest but no dice. There wasn't a road into there, but the road bent backward to the center of town. Still, a success. We found a place that served ice cream and had a double scoop sugar cone. Turned out they were home made. Incredibly delicious. Even the wrong road became the right road. Enjoying our cones we headed back to the camp for the last night. We barbequed, lit another fire, and enjoyed relaxing on the last day of 2008. Leaving the next day.

The Big One

Tuesday, November 30th
The day before at the visitor's site they recommended we go look at a location on the river called Gaston's. It's a place named after James Gaston, or rather Al Gaston, the father of James who bought 20 acres on the lake in 1958. Al was a man with a vision, and it's obvious it passed onto James. He put his life into the area and the visitor's center is named in his honor. With this info Ed and I got up early Tuesday Morning after a relaxing night.

This is the view from the back of our RV. In the summer the area was covered with foliage; now the leaves have fallen but it's still beautiful. It's 25 degrees and the air is as sharp as a knife's edge. No sound, you can hear the whoosh of a flyfisher as he casts about 200 yards downriver.
We went to Gaston's and talked to the attendants there, and they pointed downriver to a bend where an eagle had been seen the day before. It was a mile and a half so we parked and Ed and I started to hike.






Ed, surveying the banks of the river. We were halfway to the location the attendants pointed at. Beyond the edges of this picture fishers were wading in the water. On the left of Ed the bank continues up about 10 feet higher, which was where the water level was when we came in August. However the lake is low enough for us to walk on the lake bed. The level is controlled from the dam upstream that raises and lowers it to control the water level on the other side of the lake. If they have to raise or lower the lake a warning horn is sounded and about 30 minutes later the water comes gushing through.






Yours truly squinting in the morning sun. The weather was clear as a bell, a blue sky, but the sun coming off the water left a glare that was pretty harsh, and was directly in our field of vision.

About this time the we spotted something that clearly stuck out against the backdrop of the trees. A white, no, two spots of white. From about 200 yards away we spotted it.







It was a female bald eagle, no doubt about it. She was HUGE. It’s impossible to gage sizes at a distance but using a nearby telephone pole next to the tree, I guessed the tree was about 40 feet in height. This bird on this branch, very crude guess, was any where from 2 feet to three feet tall. By that estimation she must have weighed ten to fifteen pounds. She sat there oblivious to the fishermen below, waiting to make a dive for food.







Ed and I kept working downriver, trying to get a better view of the bald eagle. The river was about 50 yards across. We finally settled on this shelf of land. Gaston's has maintained this area and there was a bench up there as well. Ed and I got there, I pulled out my thermos of coffee and relaxed while we tried to get a better shot with our camera.













A better view of the eagle. This was probably our best shot, taken from the shelf. It gives you an idea of her size. A beautiful bird.

About the time a boat came by, the eagle had decided she had enough and took off. And I mean TOOK OFF.











A bird this large had a wingspan of nearly 5 feet. The beat of her wings were slow, methodical. She soared nearly fifty feet from us, looking for something, then took a dive. A beautiful sight in the air.

Another view of the eagle in flight. A beautiful bird. She hit something in the water and took off after that for somewhere deeper in the woods. Our guess was that somewhere in there was her nest. I was hoping we could get to the other side but there wasn’t a way for us to get there.












Ed and I walked back to the front of the parking lot, happy that we had bagged what we came for, a picture of our eagle. We had a chance to watch her for an hour. Twice she dove for something in the water, then finally went off. We felt we accomplished what we came for and were thrilled.

Going across the parking lot of Gaston’s we found pens for Guinea hens, peacocks, and pheasants. They raised them there, breeding them and releasing them into the wild (not the peacocks). We watched them feed them, and watched the fight between the hens as they went for the food.







Feathers for macaroni. We collected pheasant, guinea, and peacock, plus a couple of down feathers. They’ll be put in macaroni and add to our totem.













Ed and I near the bottom of the dam. We took a trip down to the bottom to scope out places to look tomorrow. After this we went back to our RV, built a fire and settled in to relax for the night. All in all a good day. We accomplished what we wanted to do, find an eagle. Watched the football game, I turned on my laptop to watch MST3k, with Ed, and dozed on the couch. Next day, we’re going to search around the camp. We’ll see what we can find.