March 20 was a day of gale force south-by-southeast winds, with gusts as high as 56 mph turning garden-variety snow into stinging embers against exposed skin. No one would have blamed me if I packed up and went home, but I really wanted to know something: Would anything fly in this weather?
Yes! 11 Bald Eagle and 1 Golden Eagle were still catching ridge updrafts in winds known to capsize large sailing vessels. (And those nesting raven conveyed to every near-passing eagle the importance of staying the hell out of their airspace!) It was also amusing to watch a flock of Bohemian Waxwing periodically lift off the edge of the mountain only to drop swiftly back to earth as if drawn by a powerful magnet. So while today did not bear witness to a record flight, I am satisfied to have seen as much as I did in these conditions. Some birds, clearly, are more equal than others . . .
Standing Vigil at Brockway,