These pictures are said to have been taken by a guy from Grande Cache, Alberta, 1.5 hours south of Grande Prairie, by the Berland River on Highway 40.
Take a look at the time frame in the bottom right-hand corner of each picture.
He really does exist!
Hey Dad,
Not only great pictures but a great comment at the end!
The fellow sitting on the tailgate of his pickup truck never realized the show he was missing.
The little duck watches as the Eagle speeds straight at him at about 40 mph.
With perfect timing, the duck always dove and escaped with a mighty splash! Then he’d pop to the surface as soon as the Eagle flew past. This was repeated over and over for several minutes. I worried the poor duck would tire and that would be the end of him.
A second Eagle joins the attack! The duck kept diving “just in time”, so the Eagles began to dive into the water after him!
After several minutes the Eagles got frustrated and began to attack each other. They soon began to dive vertically, level out, and attack head-on in a good old-fashioned game of high-speed “Chicken”. Sometimes they banked away from each other at the last possible second. Other times they’d climb vertically and tear into each other while falling back toward the water. (The duck catches his breath at the right side of this picture.)
A terrible miscalculation! The luckiest shot of my life catches this 100 mph head-on collision between two Bald Eagles.
One Eagle stayed aloft and flew away, but the other lies motionless in a crumpled heap. The lucky duck survived to live another day.
It’s sad to watch an Eagle drown. He wiggled, flapped and struggled mostly underwater.. He finally got his head above water and with great difficulty managed to get airborne. To my astonishment, he flew straight toward me, And it was the most wretched and unstable bird flight I’ve ever seen!
The bedraggled Eagle circled me once – then lit atop a nearby fir tree. He had a six-foot wingspread and looked mighty angry. I was concerned that I might be his next target, but he was so exhausted he just stared at me. Then I wondered if he would topple to the ground. As he tried to dry his feathers, it seemed to me that this beleaguered Eagle symbolized America in its current trials.
My half-hour wait was rewarded with this marvelous sight. He flew away, almost good as new. May America recover as well.
