Eagles of Tyee Spit

 “Every bird of prey looks over its shoulder before it goes in for the kill, even a hawk. Even they know to watch their backs – every single one but an eagle. It’s fearless.” 
― Michelle Horst, Wake Me Up

 At Tyee Spit today I hit the jack pot.

 Eagles flapping.

 Eagles stalking.

 Eagles calling to each other.

 As they went on the hunt.

 Fishermen down below pulling salmon from the ocean.

 "But flies an eagle flight,  bold and forth on, leaving no track behind..." -Shakespeare

 And the eagles were grabbing them from the shore.

 Plopping down to the grass.

 With their prize.

 Ripping flesh from carcass...

 It was fascinating.

 Then they'd call to each other like Velociraptors.

 Like being in the movie Jurassic Park.

 And the hunt began again.

 On the watch. Every watching. Calling to each other.

 Just like the dinosaurs.And  it was something to stand in the middle and not be the prey.

 "Around and around, in ceaseless circles wheeling, With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed...." -Percy Bysshe Shelley

Photographs 2018 Tyee Spit