While walking through a miserable combination of rain and snow last Tuesday (December 31), we heard the unmistakable whump-whump-whump of big wings pumping heavy air. We turned and – almost on top of us – was one of our winter bald eagles flying up a sloping field toward us. We got off one “shot” before the bird was gone. That shot produced a wonderfully abstract image that only we can recognize as a bird’s blurred butt.
However, the experience reminded us of a time on a previous rain-with-snow day when we got lucky and captured the front end of an oncoming wet eagle. We’re posting that earlier image here and making believe that we took it on the last day of the past decade. Don’t tell anyone.
(Brooklin, Maine)