I've been down sick with a cold/flu but felt a charge of adrenaline when I heard the screech of the eagles. So I hastily gave my camera battery a charge while I tossed off my PJ's and scrambled into day clothes. (I've learned the harsh lesson of running outside, poising the camera just right for the perfect shot only to get the black screen of battery death!)
The piers are quite a distance from my house. I knew it would be a timing gamble to be able to get a close enough shot of the eagles before they flew off.
I walked along the river pathway, trying to muffle my clumsy footsteps as I edged closer to their perch.
I failed to get close enough before the Eagles heard me. The Eagle closest to me lifted off his perch and swooped away.
I crouched down and tried to blend in with the shrubbery but the remaining eagle grew suspicious of me and my camera.
He skimmed the jetty and lifted up, soaring over Glenn Jackson Bridge, disappearing into the woods beyond.
A brief glimpse of our nations majestic bird.