The fledgling eagle was enjoying a Sunday morning quiet moment (rare for a youngster to be quiet early in the day) when, well, when, oh why don’t I let you see what happened…
The fledgling eagle was enjoying a Sunday morning quiet moment (rare for a youngster to be quiet early in the day) when, well, when, oh why don’t I let you see what happened…
The dawn was gently layered in pastel pinks and blues. The elegant plunging body of the 4-year-old bald eagle was an arrogant jewel against the soft sky. The silvered spray of her capture was an accent point to the eagle’s successful fishing.
The 2 year-old bald eagle was sure that every tree in the neighborhood belonged to him and this particular tree was only there for his use.