BALD EAGLE PRINT | QUIET TIMES
Haines, Alaska. Early morning. It was a balmy five degrees Fahrenheit walked over to the river and planted me in a perfect spot, hidden from man and bird alike. I soon discovered that I had missed out on the action. This bald eagle was devouring his salmon breakfast. It was pretty quiet, he knew I was present, but he didn't seem to mind. I also enjoyed the quiet time we were sharing.
All of a sudden, he cried out a warning to something, or someone, to go away. He had spotted three other eagles overhead. Concurrently, I turned around and saw three humans walking towards me. As the men approached me to chat, the pack of eagles attacked my friend, forcing him to fly away. I picked up my camera and left.
I went back the very next morning, hoping to see my friend again. Sadly, I had no such luck.