Since I arrived in Maine I have been looking for the eagle’s nest near our point. He has been swooping over me for weeks, but I had not seen his nest. Yesterday, he was perched on a dead tree quite low to the water. I don’t think I have ever seen him that close. He was looking proud and iconic. He must had known the 4th was approaching!
At one point he took off to another spot. I was amazed to see the size of his wing span. He landed again.
His feathers billowed up as there was a puff of wind.
Above him nestled in the woods I spotted his nest. It was just about a hundred yards from last year's nest.
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!