I saw him the first day of our vacation. He flew by with a fish in his talons. I was too awestruck to do anything other than stare, despite that camera sitting two inches from my hand.
I scoured the skies every day I sat on the beach. Nothing.
The next time I saw him was Friday. Samson and I had been sitting on the beach, under the umbrella, all afternoon. I took a few minutes to romp in the water. I looked up and he flew by. Right across my beach. I silently cursed his timing. Argh. I was 200 feet from my camera. I took Samson up to the house and he flew by again. Argh, I had the wrong lens. I stuck my telephoto lens on my D300 and then I saw him. Flew right by me. Wrong lens again. He looked like this.
I was kicking myself. Why would the eagle fly RIGHT BY ME when I have the telephoto lens? ARGH...So I gave up. I saw a beautiful freighter and took my D80 with a smaller telephoto lens to take a few happy snaps. I got down to the beach and I turned around to survey the trees, as I had done for the last two weeks. And there he was. I couldn't believe that I could see him in the trees. His white head stuck out in the green pine. For a few seconds all I could do was stare. I gently set down my beach bag and picked up my camera. And started clicking. A few pics. A few steps toward him. A few more pics. A few more steps toward him. I was shaking. He is so beautiful. Here is what I got.
As I got right under him, he took off.
Oh my goodness, he was stunning. I didn't even see his wings move as he left the tree perch. What a way to end my vacation. Nothing but awe and wonder right here just east of the equator.
Beautiful pictures. Good things come to those who wait. Eh!
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