After many weeks of wing-flapping and hopping around, the adolescent eagle and parents have moved on.
This is the last shot I have of them. It looks like a surly teenager in this shot.
It’s been three days since I’ve seen them around.
The first time I paddled up toward the nest with no activity churned up a mixed palette of feelings.
Every since the eagles started building their nest in the fall I’ve had an almost daily relationship with them.
It must be a little bit like when a kid goes off to college … sweet sadness, a little pride and kvelling for what a great job they did.