come to recognize the lumbered, slightly jerky flight of the Bald Eagle flying low among the trees. Even with the light failing, I spotted it through the window, without difficulty, coming from the direction of the marshy area at at the north end of the pond.
As soon as it cleared the tangle of trees, it stopped high above the house, as usual. I imagine it pauses here to catch its breath, and plan the next leg of its trip. I stealthily opened the front door, so I’d have room to aim the camera upwards. Light conditions allowed only this one, murky photo.
After five minutes, the great bird flew off in a southwesterly direction. I tried to capture it in flight, but the tree trunk blocked my shot.