it makes you wonder why it died. Was it old age, sickness, injury? Anyways, its been a blubberfest for the local eagles. All the trees within sight of the beached whale had an eagle in it. Many of them were young eagles because they didn't have their distinctive white heads yet.
This time I dropped Jim off near this beach, and I drove further down to the next beach where there was an easier access. I don't care too much for sliding down steep wet cliffs on my butt.
Eagle youth flying by the moon |
This piece of driftwood reminded me of the beached whale further up the beach. |
Just love the luminosity of sea glass when the sun shines on it |
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