This pair lives near our house. Like, in our yard somewhere I think (possibly in the surviving spruce tree?). This photo was taken from my dining room window.
I kid you not … we move to the West, and in the very first year, a pair of eagles moves in? How lucky are we?
They are not shy. Earlier in the summer, about once a day one of them would swoop across our yard, screaming. I even saw one sitting on a telephone pole (as above), screaming, notice me, and calmly go back to screaming. I get no respect.
Watch, Papa Eagle is about to give you eye contact …
What do you mean, smile? He is smiling.