We packed a picnic lunch and headed to the reservoir. Water was gushing and rushing, with only the farthest end still frozen. Many baldies were perched upon the distant ice, too far for photo capture. Not to worry.
Upon arrival, just one huge juvenile was soaring overhead. I nonchalantly said, "You know, Joe, I don't feel the need to justify my big lens, any longer," referencing the fabulous ski shots that we took this season. "If there are no photo ops, so be it." Then, I kicked back to munch on lunch. My first bite seemed to cue the birds to begin their own chow-down. Wow! We've never seen an air show such as today's, with so many participants seemingly on display for our pure pleasure. With blasé attitude gone, I quickly reached for the camera. "Nick, Nick, over there... three... through the sunroof... over the water... on the ice... in the trees... look, look," exclaimed Joe.
We estimate sightings to have been about two to three dozen. Eagles of all different maturity levels were on the prowl. Y'all know what the seniors look like. Juveniles range in color from all brown to mottled shades of white and brown, as they approach maturity. We seem to have found some kids being taught to hunt by patient parents. In addition, many varieties of ducks and brethren geese cavorted about.
A beautiful day of sailing on and over the Rio. Signs.
