I almost swallowed my spoon yesterday morning. I was well into a bowl of cereal when a bald eagle landed in a tree across the street.
Big one. Right across the street.
A nesting pair lives up the hill on the far side of the river and freeway, and I've seen eagles soaring a bunch of times in spring and summer.
This guy or gal came right down to the river. Sat in the tree around 3 minutes. Flew off heading west about 20 feet above the water.
Maybe it was in the mood for trout for lunch.
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