The eagles are back in the river estuaries looking for the dead salmon washing down, there were at least 20 sitting in trees and feeding, mostly too far for photographs but this one just had to chase the gulls.
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Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Bette Middler