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My Bald Eagle Friends

We had guests for the Holidays and after they were fetched from the airport (I don't do Tampa) we rode around a bit to get them acclimated to Florida. One trip was a quick peek at the Royal Palms Cemetery where I found two Bald Eagles a couple years ago and posted on this blog. I had not been down the bike path since we moved to Shawshank and wasn't sure if my two buddies were still around. As luck would have it, they were and posed for pictures.







Old gnarly tree in the middle looks to be dead and flaking away.  I guess the residents aren't in much danger.






We weren't the only ones viewing the eagles today.  This guy had his video camera ready for some action.  




Guess this is one of those times that pictures tell the story.  Patti and Amy were impressed and Amy took some pictures with her Canon T3, a pretty nice machine that makes me want to upgrade.  She let me use it and these are the results.  These guys were here 2 years ago and I understand that they always have a second nest somewhere that they sometimes use.  I was glad they were here today.  Up north people flock to the river this time of year to see glimpses of these magnificent birds.  It seems strange that we have only to go to the cemetery in the middle of town to see one of the best free shows around.

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