In our lovely little Alaskan town of Eagle River, there is a local woman who feeds the eagles on Sundays throughout the winter. This is the first time we've actually gone to see it happen (we've driven by before when all of the eagles were hanging out post meal) We invited Jill and Lucy, packed a picnic for the kids, and headed over.
Car picnic. Sometimes, ok, most times, it pays to be almost 3.
The pictures don't really do the experience justice. About 10 minutes until 11, eagles started flying in in groups from all directions. The woman hadn't arrived yet. How do eagles tell time and know it's Sunday?
We probably saw fifty eagles in this one place today. It was very cool. Most were mature, I think there were one or two juveniles who hadn't completely turned white on their tails and heads. It was really neat to hear them "talking" in their high pitched chirps while they were waiting for the woman to arrive.
I think we're going to go back again before Easter and park in a different spot, so the sun is behind us. Come visit in winter, we'll take you with us ;)
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