The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

-Alfred Tennyson


On Saturday, January 6, 2001, we headed northward to the Skagit River, hoping to see bald eagles. It was the weekend of the Annual Skagit River Eagle Festival. Please click HERE to read more about the Skagit River Bald Eagles.

Much to our disappointment, we found we had missed the two "big" weekends, where more than 100 baldies had been seen each day, but we were lucky enough to have close looks at thirteen of these majestic birds as they soared up and down the river, and perched imperially in the nearby trees. It was a beautiful day - we were also treated to spectacular views of mountains, and we chanced upon a few more sights for our "Whimsical Washington" collection.

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