We're in the eagles lair tonight. They let us know it too. Patterson Inlet is long and deep with two beautiful, remote, otherworldly pockets carved out at the end. Knowing we would find easier anchoring in the north bay, we did a drive-by of the south to have a look. On our way in an eagle cruised by - checking us out checking him out. An adult male bald eagle in flight over the boat with cliffs in the backdrop, was nothing short of majestic.
Later, settled into the north bay, we found three bald eagles in the tree tops around us. It wasn't clear if they were telling us off or each other, but they were certainly vocal.
Poor eyesight and worse memory for that kind of thing make my qualities as a birder somewhat dubious, but Kay is quite good at it. She's been constantly spotting and identifying species. She generally spots them with naked eye, verifies her find with binoculars, and points them out. Then with binoculars I can usually find them. I don't think I've spotted anything she hasn't already seen. That's ok. It's great being in company with such an ardent wildlife enthusiast. It's like visiting rome with an historian, or Madrid with a bullfighting fan.
I have to wonder if eagles get the same kind of thrill seeing us entering their domain as we get seeing them. I'm guessing no.
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