This young golden eagle was one of at least twenty that we watched one evening last week in what at first seemed to be an empty creek valley north of Helena.
It was late afternoon, and we were driving along a gravel road between the little towns of Wolf Creek and Craig. A gray day, and at first it seemed that nothing was moving in the stubble fields and rolling hills that line the road.
But as we rounded a bend, a golden eagle took off from a fencepost, and landed on a hill a few hundred feet away.
We stopped to look, and noticed someone else looking at us.
We got out, sat down, and suddenly it seemed that golden eagles were everywhere.
In the distance…
on the power poles…
and on the irrigation pivots.
There was even a beautifully constructed bald eagle nest, complete with mama eagle,
and what I’d guess was last year’s eaglet having a snack on a nearby branch:
The reason for all this eagle activity? That wasn’t too hard to figure out. Dinner, it seemed, was everywhere.