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Wednesday, June 22, 2016 The Nugget Newspaper, Sisters, Oregon Tales from a Sisters Naturalist by Jim Anderson A golden eagle disaster Working with golden eagles over these past 50-plus years has been — and con- tinues to be — an adventure, most times glorious, and other times shocking. Eagles are and always will be a high point of my natural- ist experiences, as they have been long before I rolled into Oregon on my Harley in 1951. Back in the mid-’50s I discovered the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service had a gang of trappers who were using a lethal poison known as 1080 to kill predators. It was also killing everything else that got into the bait, eagles included. That got me started check- ing predator-control poison stations and, sure enough, I found dead eagles, poisoned by federal trappers while attempting to eliminate coy- otes from the face of the earth. The dead eagles I found near those 1080 poison sta- tions really got me upset. I wrote a letter to the head of U.S. Fish & Wildlife voicing my concern at the U.S. gov- ernment’s role in killing our national bird. Somewhere in my files I have the response: “Dear Mr. Anderson; Thank photo by Jim anderson ross took a full load and his brother thought that was pretty funny. you for your concern over eagles; they’re shot as a nui- sance in Alaska…” In 1962, I was issued my federal banding permit with special permission to band eagles and other raptors. Both my oldest sons, Dean and Ross, became part of that annual springtime event. As they grew, so did their partici- pation in banding raptors, and by the time they were teenag- ers we were a team. The picture below shows one of the lighter moments of banding and handling nestling golden eagles. Dean is demonstrating his crass humor because Ross was the innocent victim of one of the perils of handing nestling eagles; he received of a blast of excrement from a full- loaded eagle. Falconers judge the strength of their bird by how far it can squirt waste, a process known as “slicing.” Eagles hold the record. I must admit I laughed right along with Dean. It took a long time, but justice has been handed down. Just the other day my wife, Sue, and I were checking an eyrie way out in Lake County and discovered three young eagles (a rare occasion, two are the norm), and very close to fledging from the nest. “Boy,”Sue said, “We gotta band those youngsters or they’ll be gone.” The next day we returned to the old lava cliffs where the eyrie is located, our climber L a i n g d o n Schmidtt got on his ropes and sent down the first (and larg- est) of the three young eagles in a special bag that kept the eagle safe in its travels. I was sitting on a rock when Sue handed me the bag, which I carefully opened, reveal- ing a huge young golden eagle (a female for sure) of approximately six weeks of age, fully feathered got ya! and weighing in at about nine pounds, only two weeks from fledging. I reached into the bag, grasping both wings tightly so the bird could not get a wing loose and injure itself, or knock my head off. Her beautiful head came out of the bag, staring at Sue, who was shooting pictures as fast as her Canon could go. With a lot of effort I lifted the rest of the eagle clear, squeezing her wings tight against her body and being careful to keep the flailing feet and talons away from my legs. At that moment an event took place that took me back into the 54 long and wonderful years I’ve been 29 photo by Jim anderson banding eagles. This giant baby looked at Sue and (I think) winked, then hunched up, raised her tail feathers and let ’er rip! The force of her “slicing” was so strong that when the white, black and other liquid elements hit me I almost fell over. The odor wasn’t much, but the content and force was overwhelming. It tore into and all through my shirt, went into my undergarments and then like a hot waterfall, descended into my britches, clear to my socks. Such are the perils of banding eagles … and wait till Dean and Ross get their copies of The Nugget! Your best Sat�rday mor�ing ever� day! GOLF HOME 279 • $369,000 MLS #201510953 GLAZE MEADOW 377 • $519,000 MLS #201604708 GOLF HOME 278 • $629,000 MLS #201605374 We’re your neighbors... Exclusive onsite Realtor – and half of our agents live here! Don Bowler • Gary Yoder • Dick Howells • Phil Arends • Joe Dye • Carol Dye • Steve Post Come see us daily at The Ranch, 9 to 5 (adjacent to Lodge Pool Complex) 541-595-3838 The Ranch | 541-549-5555 Sisters | View listings at blackbutte.com Wine & Cheese Open House – ever� Wednesday evening, 4 to 6!
