Not much was happening at the refuge on Saturday so I went back to Baytown to check out the bald eagles. One did make an appearance on the dead tree limb by the road but it was just before sunset so the photos were not the best. Instead of turning around and going back the way I came, I went straight on down to the first right and follow that road where I found an excellent view of the Fred Hartman Bridge. (I keep wanting to call it the Phil Hartman Bridge.