There is nothing quite like having a 3.5 year-old bald eagle do a 90 degree turn far across the lake and make a bee-line for the shore you are sitting on. He never acknowledged that I was there as he streaked over my head and on to the south. I will know him again, if I see him: did you notice the odd coloration that drapes down his beak? I think it may be scar tissue and could be there for his lifetime.