Jeff and his sister have told me about an older woman who
used to feed the eagles out on Homer Spit.
Apparently, when she used to do this, the eagles were plentiful out on
the spit. Well, I don’t think she does that
any longer, because I only saw this one eagle over the few days we spent on the
spit.
I was lucky enough to capture this guy as he sat on the
light post in the campground where we were staying. I love this profile shot of him. I feel like I now know where the term “eagle
eye” came from – look at the intensity in his eye as he’s surveying his domain!
Eventually, he decided to take wing. Look at the wing span on this guy! I just loved watching him – he looked so
graceful when he flew. Even when he beat
his wings, he did it in what appeared to be a slow, graceful way.
And here he is, just soaring above it all. The mountains in the background add just the
perfect touch.
Enjoy!
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