It was fitting that we should travel north to the Skagit River yesterday to see the bald eagles that come to feed on the salmon. No rain was in the forecast and the drive itself is marvelous with views of the jagged North Cascades, also known as the American Alps.
We stopped at various viewpoints along the river, too late to see the eagles feeding but not too late to find them roosting in the trees above. (We’ll come earlier next year, we always say.)
We had to look carefully to find them; one of the first was a female all dressed in brown.
But many males were spotted too, their beautiful white heads standing out against the trees.
See the strength and determination in their eyes. Or is it anger?
A symbol of the United States of America.