Around the bend from New Hope River came a 2-year-old bald eagle.
He streaked through a bright piece of blue sky at the far end of the dam.
Then he cocked his head up and to the right and I followed his line of sight.
I quickly understood why the youngster was in such a hurry.
The adult bald eagle looked down and to the left at the youngster.
Both eagles surged into high gear, the adult dove towards the 2-year-old eagle and they got between me and the sun.
I lost the rest of the chase in the glare of the sun, but could hear both eagles screaming somewhere down river.