Update: the camera has moved here.
Nesting bald eagle streaming webcam, brought to you live by the guy in whose yard they’ve been hanging out for 14 years. And yes, there’s eggs people, there’s eggs! The feed is not without flaws, but then, it’s hanging out in the bedroom of two of the most impressive predators the world has ever seen.
Last week, the website went online as the eagles laid two eggs that are expected to hatch by the end of the month.
Retired accountant David Carrick said he has been keeping an eye on the pair of eagles in his secluded property for 14 years. But about 18 months ago – with government permission – he got an even closer look, installing a camera in the nest while the eagles were away on their annual migration.
He said the eagles noticed the enclosed camera and “pecked at it” and then got on with their lives.
Now up to two million hits a day and growing. I’m sooooooooo jealous!
I am reminded, as I so often am, of a story that makes Americans look bad. Yeah, I’m a bitch: I’m fine with it. My friend Christi and I were returning to Vancouver from Victoria via the Swartz Bay ferry. It had been a beautiful day: warm, clear, and windy the way it gets on Vancouver Island, with the air pummelling you as if you were just a stray plastic bag in its hands. The kind of day that makes you think, if you had just exactly the right jacket, you could become a kite, or at least an oversized flying squirrel. Okay, maybe not you. But I could, I’m real small.
So it was that kind of day. And we’d seen the typical Active Passian and Gulf Islandian and Beacon Hill Parkian and Lower Mainlandian wildlife that day, which is to say more than just a handful of raptors. So we, being no fools, scrambled onto the ferry and went straight for the windowseats; it always takes the tourists ages to figure out where to sit. They seem to think, if they bumble around long enough, a Lido Deck will materialize and Julie the perky activities director will tell them where to go. As a result, they spend a great deal of time tumbling up and down the stairs like large, squashy Pachinko balls and end up wherever gravity finally has its way with them, usually the buffet.
As Christi and I settled into our window seats, tucking our backpacks under the seats, a group of Americans passed us by, looking for places to plug in their laptops. A nasal cry rent the air.
“Can you believe it? What was the point of this whole trip? Why did we have to leave and come here? Victoria is just like Seattle.”
At that moment, in all innocence (for once in my life) I looked out the window and said, “Oh look, a bald eagle.”
Christi replied, in a loudly incredulous voice, “ANOTHER one?”
New: Update on Eagles
Other eagle news on the raincoaster blog:
Colorado Eagle Cam with three chicks
The latest on the Hornby Island eagles
The brand-spankin’ new Eagle Cam outside Swartz Bay
EVEN NEWER-ER
You might not believe me when I say that, but Customs is your friend. Specifically, the customs agent who goes through your luggage and finds the four hundred pounds of bear meat from Canada, along with the approximately 60,000,000 worms with which it was infested.
Searches that led people to my blog yesterday:
