This plane was the only object on an otherwise clear sky at dawn.
As the world began to wake up, a gull flew in from the west.
A couple ducks quacked overhead.
I had my eye on an eagle nest, seen as a silhouette.
And wouldn't you know... an eagle came flying in!
I was so focused on the scene before me, that I was taken aback when I turned around
and saw the trees washed in brilliant orange light from the sun, now risen.
I turned back to watch the nest.... skies now gray.... and then I noticed--
...a juvenile bald eagle flew in from the other direction.
So did this cormorant.
Since I could no longer feel my toes from standing at the water's frigid edge for such a long time, it was time to leave. Inside my car, through the tinted window, I saw this adult bald eagle fly by.
Deciding to remain in the car, I left to explore another area up the road that
allowed a view of the nest from another angle.
After a while, I left.... only to return to the nest again in the late afternoon.
Suddenly, swans (with such blue wings!) flew into the scene.
The setting sun added a nice layer of primary color to the scene.
The swans circled the lake and then flew off.
Flying solo.
A plane flew overhead and a smile of fondness spread across my face.
Ducks flew too.
Light was diminishing. Dusk was falling. I took one final look at the eagles' nest
with a rose-colored sky behind it, and left. Sort of.
A flash of white caught my eye.
An eagle flew down to the water and splashed itself a few times.
And then it began the ascent to it's nest.
As a mere flicker of white...
...it circled around...
...til it reached the rosy-skied nest.
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