One last blog post from Homer, AK … where we always seem to spend some time on each and every trip to Alaska. They say that Homer is “A Drinking Town, With A Fishing Problem” … LOL … see, everyone knows that Homer is quite a laid back type community. That being said, it is also well known that Homer is the place to be for fishing … for it’s the “Halibut Fishing Capital of the World” and it ain’t too bad for many other types of fishing as well. Fishermen come from all over the world to fish in the waters off Homer, Kachemak Bay, and the Cook Inlet. I’m not just talking about the human kind. 🙂
One morning, after our “must stop” at Two Sisters Bakery for some drinks and a few baked goods or even their amazing sandwiches, we took off on a long hike along the shoreline north of Bishop’s Beach. Being from south Florida, I feel very familiar walking along the sand, knowing that you never know what you’ll find.
As we hiked along, we could hear all of the familiar sounds … the crashing of the waves, the whistling of the wind, and the seabirds calling out along the shore. What we didn’t expect was the tsunami sirens going off loudly and alerting everyone to what to do if this had been “an actual emergency” and a tsunami was imminent. Of course, seeing the tall cliffs around us that we would have to somehow scale … I knew we, or I should say I, would probably be screwed! Yikes.
Before long, we could hear the unmistakable calling out of bald eagles. So shrill, yet so beautiful. Our ears tried to determine their exact location. It was like a game of “Marco … Polo”. Soon, we saw where it was … that being not far in front of us, perched on one of the beach rocks on the sand. At that time, Tom had the long lens … I had the landscape lens. We were quite a bit apart and I knew that Tom had to act quickly to ensure that at least one of us got the shot. From here on in through this post, these images were taken by Tom alone.
I told him to approach carefully, with respectful, yet not too quick of pace, being ready to push the shutter at any moment. I sat down where I was, so as not to disturb his shooting. It was admittedly, one of the hardest things I could do … just sit. I mean this juvenile bald eagle was perched so beautifully, calling out to what I would imagine where his nearby parents or siblings.
After some time, I guess that one of the gulls wasn’t too happy with his location and it began to harass him. It dove at him, screaming all the time, coming from the right …
… then from the left, as the eagle turned around to defend itself. Funny how even the feared bald eagles get the “Rodney Dangerfield” treatment, i.e. “no respect”, every now and again. LOL.
I was hoping and praying that Tom was taking advantage of the gift of this sighting and having the right gear, at the right place, and the right time. It was however, the equivalent of the perfect storm … the trifecta, if you will.
Finally, the juvenile prepped for its take-off. “Be sure to get it Tom” I shouted. I REALLY wanted my wildlife lens right about that point. I could hear Tom clicking away on the shutter in a very purposeful manner … not your “spray & pray” fashion.
Off went the eagle, flying low to the sand, over the landscape towards Tom and eventually past him. We watched where he landed and headed in the general direction. This young eagle didn’t even mind when we got pretty close to his perched position, as he continued to call out.
We eventually decided that it had gotten as good as it was going to get, so we continued on our walk back to the RV. It wasn’t until later that I saw what Tom had captured and I have to admit, I was quite impressed! What do you think? Yes, grasshopper learned very well. 🙂
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