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I eased the car forward a few feet, hoping for a closer shot, and he dropped off his perch and flew away, up the hill and over the trees beyond.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
The glare
On a ruined tree, torn apart as the hillside swept down to the river in the last Bella Coola flood, an eagle was surveying the river on the far side of the highway. He didn't appreciate my presence, nor the camera poking out the car window.
I eased the car forward a few feet, hoping for a closer shot, and he dropped off his perch and flew away, up the hill and over the trees beyond.
I eased the car forward a few feet, hoping for a closer shot, and he dropped off his perch and flew away, up the hill and over the trees beyond.
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Such a majestic bird. The only one I've ever seen up closer was dead and washed up on the shore of the lake. It was much larger than they appear in a tree or in flight. - Margy
ReplyDeleteClose up and alive, they look even bigger! and as dangerous as a grizzly.
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