How I wish I had a telescopic camera for this one. Today was Ron's day to pilot. I found he turns a weird color of ghoastly yellow when his wife jumps off the riders seat screaming: "O my God, O my God." That's just my way of thanking "the boss" for the priviledge. The bird was truly magnificant. He stood at the shore eating a fish. I later learned that the practice is killing them! The Bald Eagles are eating dead fish washed up on the banks. The pesticides in the fish and interferring with their calcium metabolism which is creating thin shells or infertile eggs. The population is dropping rapidly. Makes ya' wonder what it will take before we begin to listen.
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