Where Eagles Soar

The week before Christmas Hubs and I were traveling to our daughter's home in Virginia. When Hubs is driving he doesn't see much along the side of the road. He concentrates on the road ahead. Sometimes I try to point out something I've seen. Usually for me it's the many hawks I see over one particular portion of our trip. On this particular day Hubs began saying 'bird, birds.' I turned quickly and looked alongside the road thinking it was a hawk I was looking for. Not seeing anything I glanced over his shoulder and was in awe. I didn't say anything at first then I blurted out 'eagles.' We were on a portion of four lane with a metal barrier in the median. Hubs said get out your camera. I asked him if he was turning around and he said yes. I dared to think they would still be there. Yet, they were.

Ever since Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman gave us The Bucket List I have toyed with my own idea of a list. One thing for certain was that I wanted to see an eagle in the wild. I guess I can cross that off my list.

Hubs and I were able to find a place to turn off and get fairly close to these beauties but my 250mm lens could only pull them in so far. Still, I was in awe at being given this opportunity to view them if only for a little while. On our return trip home they weren't there.

I suppose my new entry on my bucket list would be a longer lenses and another chance to "capture" them up close; but for the moment the experience and these images are more than enough.

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Linking to Wild Bird Wednesday.