Bernard came to call on the last day of a January vacation — in the wake of a 25-mph blizzard that paralyzed our beach town. The next day proved atypically warm, and as we prepared to leave on an errand, I scanned the horizon — said Wait a Sec — put up the binocs and muttered Holy S! A few minutes later, the tripod was up and Bernard patiently waited a half hour for me to click my pics before disappearing. His speckled hood is typical of maturing eagles.
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