Soon after I bought the Winter Harbor house, I almost swallowed the phone one morning while sitting on our back deck.
It was around 8 a.m when, tea in hand, feet up, relating to my brother how beautiful was the view the sun on Cadillac Mountain, I was stunned to see one of the eagles glide by just outside and above the back fence! The bird was so leisurely and casual that, for a moment, I thought maybe I had time to run inside to grab my camera. I did not, partly because I was so rooted in place by my surprise and delight. Since then we have often seen eagles flying over the meadow behind the house. We think they are headed to the DC Air facility on Newman Street in hopes of spotting a delicacy dropped from one of the many shipping containers that are filled each morning with the bounty of the sea harvested by the local fishing boats and headed to other parts of the country and even farther.
Of course, when we're lucky enough to be staying at our place in Winter Harbor, one of our daily pleasures is a visit to the town pier on Harbor Road (a left turn just before the Winter Harbor 5 & 10), where it's unusual NOT to spot one or two eagles in the treetops across the tiny harbor. They nest there, and often one can watch as the young eagles are served their meals by devoted parents.
Often during late in day, fishermen will throw fish out on the grassy area adjacent to the little beach, drawing a bold eagle (is there any other kind?) to the ground to retrieve his or her supper entree.
[Photo above shows one of the eagles on the ground, left of the town pier parking lot, with a fish at his feet but out of the picture.]
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