We hear a very melodious song as we walk on the Trail this morning, and look around to see who is near us. As there are no people, we look up to see if we find a bird.
That is when we see the eagle high in a pine tree. Wow! Never have we heard anything so beautiful from a bird.
Soon we meet a lady who tells us a bit of history. We learn that there was an eagle nest farther up the Trail, but it fell, and the mama pushed the baby out to fly. Both survived.
One of them stays behind, as apparently, this is 'home.'
Thompson Trail is very popular, as on any given day you will see many cyclists, joggers, walkers and strollers. Some are from the RV park, but many are residents or tourists from other parts of town and drive their cars to access the path.
While looking for the eagle one day, we see a box on a tree, and after some detective and Google work, Herb determines it is a traffic counter. We hope it enables the city to get a grant to keep the Trail going.
A seagull is preparing his breakfast -- a clam in his mouth, and biding his time until he flies over a boulder to drop the clam to break it open. I am never fast enough to catch the clam in flight.
Willie of Walldog, Willie and Jake
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