Gulls suddenly scattered from the surface of the lake in front of the dam tower.
I looked toward the opposite direction of the gulls’ flight.
Sure enough, there was a bald eagle coming across the inlet.
The 3-year-old eagle didn’t bother chasing the gulls.
He crossed in front of me and headed for the tallest tree on the bluff.
Alas, he landed with his back to me, but, oh, he was still a majestic sight.