Native Americans idolized Bald Eagles, summoning their power to help them. A close look at this powerful, majestic bird with sharp talons as well as sharp eyes leaves little wonder why we still use the term ‘eagle’ when we want to imply strength and bravery. They do suggest that, don’t they?

I caught these three Bald Eagles playing before sunrise recently.

Another in the eagle series. Anybody getting tired of them yet?

Yesterday I posted a nice portrait of our regal national bird. As majestically as they posed, only a few brief minutes later they lost all composure as one flew off, nearly pushing its tree-mate off in the process. I think I overheard the lower bird protest in eagle-ese, ‘Hey watch it, bird brain.’

The number of Bald Eagles in Delaware has been rising over the past few years. Honestly, rarely a day goes by that I don’t see at least one eagle somewhere in my travels. Yesterday morning I saw two, stacked up in a tree looking out over a creek for a fish to convert into breakfast.

Eagles gathered in a grove of trees this morning on the edge of the marsh as the sun rose. Ten Bald Eagles were grouped together waiting for enough light to start fishing for breakfast. In this photograph one leaves as the other two watch and wait.